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
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