Just look at the spring,
The water of which
Rises and overflows --
It does simply nothing,
But it naturally acts so.
Then look at the autumn,
The leaf fall of which
Is death and life in the flesh --
It simply sacrifices the old
To serve the new.
So with the true man
And his virtuous merit --
He does not cultivate it,
And simply nothing
Evades its influence.
He is like Heaven
Which is high of itself,
Like humble Earth
Which is solid of itself,
Taking the lower space;
Like the sun and the moon
Which day and night
Shine of themselves --
What need is there
To cultivate Thing-in-itself?
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Jane