Sailing - 帆船 - Fānchuán
Turquoise horizon, stretching to infinity,
rolling waves separate still waters ,
below the shimmering stars.
Floating on an even keel,
sustained by the sea-borne breeze.
Looking over the edge, into the green-black depths,
the world seems so far away.
Those inland cannot understand,
oceanic moods, swinging to and fro
in the swirling tempest.
Navigating the highways of currents,
but still ultimately helpless;
the destination becomes uselessly distant from reality,
as this one sailor's fears dissolve
~inspired by Deng Ming-Dao
Tao, at times, may be compared to the ocean. Its depth is personally immeasurable, its power rules all who enter its realm. We seek to tame the seas, sailing with our knowledge of knots, direction, navigation, and mathematics. Yet, our understanding is incomparable to the vastness of that world. The young possess great ambition, to explore both above and below the surface, but the old have given themselves over: they know there is no alternative to acceptance, of not questioning the currents but floating upon them. One who accepts this is sustained. Those who go beyond these terms, find death. Thus, the wise say that they float here and there, without care. They trust wholly in the overwhelming power of Tao.