In the Way there is no teacher of north and south. The branching streams flow in the dark. All spheres, every sense and field intermingle even as they shine alone, Interacting even as they merge, Yet keeping their places in expressions of their own. Forms differ primally in shape and character And sounds in harsh or soothing tones. The four elements re turn to their true nature As a child to its mother.
Fire is hot, water is wet, Wind moves and the earth is dense.
Both root and leaves have their own uses. Light is also darkness, But do not move with it as darkness. Light and darkness are not one, not two Like the foot before and the foot behind in walking. Each thing has its own being Which is not different from its place and function. The relative fits the absolute As a box and its lid.