We shape clay into a pot, But it is the emptiness inside That holds whatever we want. 11 We join spokes together in a wheel, But it is the center hole That makes the wagon move. 10 Can you coax your mind from its wandering And keep to the original oneness? Can you let your body become Supple as a newborn child's? Can you cleanse your inner vision Until you see nothing but the light? Can you love people and lead them Without imposing your will? Can you deal with the most vital matters By letting events take their course? Can you step back from your own mind And thus understand all things? Giving birth and nourishing, Having without possessing, Acting with no expectations, Leading and not trying to control: This is the supreme virtue. Care about people's approval And you will be their prisoner.
Chase after money and security And your heart will never unclench. Keep sharpening your knife And it will blunt. 9 Fill your bowl to the brim And it will spill. When you are content to be simply yourself And don't compare or compete, Everybody will respect you. It is content with the low places that people disdain. 8 The supreme good is like water, Which nourishes all things without trying to. Because she has let go of herself, She is perfectly fulfilled. She is detached from all things That is why she is one with them. The Master stays behind That is why she is ahead. Why is it infinite? It has no desires for itself Thus it is present for all beings. Why is it eternal? It was never born Thus it can never die. 6 The Tao is called the Great Mother: Empty yet inexhaustible, It gives birth to infinite worlds.
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