Go gently, fellow Traveller on the way of the one

No master to serve, no battles to be won

Go gently, fellow traveller, on the Way of the One,

No master to serve, no battles to be won.

Let the Tao flow, a river ever wide,

Reflecting moonlit clouds, where wishes hide.

Speak not of giving, for the Tao bestows,

As willows bend, and jade-green lotus grows.

Effort is a ripple, a feather in the breeze,

Surrender to the rhythm, find your inner ease.

Seek not rewards, nor treasures to be found,

In stillness, wisdom blooms upon the ground.

The dance of yin and yang, a ceaseless rhyme,

Knowing is the harvest, transcending space and time.

Let go of striving, let ambition fade,

Like autumn leaves, upon the wind they're laid.

In quietude, the spirit finds its flight,

One with the Tao, bathed in everlasting light.

So walk, dear friend, on paths unseen, unheard,

No burdens carried, by the Tao deferred.

In every breath, in every whispered word,

The universe unfolds, a symphony unfurled.

For in the depths of being, where all things cease,

You find the answer, the eternal peace.

Not in loud pronouncements, nor in grand design,

But in the silent knowing, where love divine

Embraces all creation, vast and small,

And whispers, "Traveller, you are one with all."

Go gently then,

A vessel of the Tao,

A child of the world.

Shān Lóng

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