One of the many translations of the poem "How to go to the temple of Tao". I have picked a few lines from there.
This in my view is pure Zen....
Speak silently, if speak you must
Like the rock speaking to the trees
and leaves to flowers.
Silence is the sweetest of voices and
nothingness has the fairest of colours
Let none see you coming
and none, going
No pride; You and not even formed
No anger; Not even dust is at your command
No sorrow: it does not alter anything
Renounce greatness, there is no other way to be great.
The soft shall survive the hard,
Like the tongue that survives the teeth.
Only the one who does nothing can do everything
Go, the unmade idol.
awaits you.
