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Gentling the Bull –  Return to the Origin, back to the Source

In the origin all is pure and there is no dust. Collected in the peace of non-volitional doing (Wu-Wei) he beholds the coming and going of all things. No longer deluded by shifting phantom pictures, he has nothing further to learn. Blue runs the river, green range the mountains; he sits by himself and beholds the change of all things.

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Returned to the origin, back at the source, all is completed.
Nothing is better than suddenly being as blind and deaf.
Inside his hermitage, he does not look out.
Boundless, the river runs as it runs. Red bloom the flowers just as they bloom.
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The great activity does not pander to being or not being.
And so, to see and to hear he need not be as one deaf and blind.
Last night the golden bird flew down into the sea,
Yet today as of old, the red ring of dawn flares up in the sky.
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Done is what had to be done, and all ways are completed.
Clearest awakening does not differ from being blind and deaf. T
he way he once came has ended under his straw sandals.
No bird sings. Red flowers bloom in glorious splendour.