Tao is always nameless.
Small as it is in its Primal Simplicity,
It is inferior to nothing in the world.

If only a ruler could cling to it,
Everything will render homage to him.
Heaven and Earth will be harmonized
And send down sweet dew.
Peace and order will reign among the people
Without any command from above.

When once the primal Simplicity diversified,
Different names appeared.
Are there not enough names now?
Is this not the time to stop?
To know when to stop is to preserve ourselves from danger.

The Tao is to the world what a great river or an ocean is to the streams and brooks.

Lao Tzu

Man’s life is less than a hundred years
but he’s saddled with a thousand years’ woes.
No sooner have you cured a sickness of your own
then your sons and grandsons load you with care.

Stoop down to see how your grain is growing,
look up to examine your mulberry trees –
When the scale weights have plunked to the bottom of the sea,
only then will you have a moment to rest.

Han Shan