The Slouching Monk

Among the living landscape rests a man Slouching slightly yet remaining tall Born from something, and something from nothing He blends in with his surroundings He has the inferior as root, making him superior The low as his base, bringing him up high In quality of mind he has depth Clever for knowing others, but truly wise for understanding himself Filled with knowledge, he does not speak For speaking would only show what he does not know He rests in the fields away from the rushing civilized life, so eager to be finished In the fields, where nature never hurries, he is only eager to be Having bestowed all he has on others, he has yet more He has released himself from all that is impermanant, a true sage His way is forever nameless He has lived out his days well