The Way is constant, without a moment.
Simple, indeed, yet so subtle that no one can master it.
If kings and lords could harness it,
All people would naturally obey.
Heaven and earth would come together,
And a gentle rain would fall.
There would be no instruction:
All things would take their course.

When one divides the whole,
The parts are named.
The clever man sees the parts as being whole.
He has lost sight:
To him, every word is a trap,
Every piece is a prison.

By knowing when to stop,
One is not endangered.

Tao is to the world
As rivers and oceans to valley streams.