Those who look down upon this world will surely take hold and try to change things But this is a plan I've always seen fail The world is Tao's own vessel It is perfection manifest It cannot be changed It cannot be improved For those who go on tampering, it's ruined For those who try to grasp, it's gone
Allow your life to unfold naturally Know that it too is a vessel of perfection Just as you breathe in and breathe out Sometimes you're ahead and other times behind Sometimes you're strong and other times weak Sometimes you're with people and other times alone
To the Sage all of life is a movement toward perfection So what need has he for the excessive, the extravagant, or the extreme?