One filled with integrity—
His bones are soft, his muscles weak,
He knows not union, male and female,
Vitality is at its peak.
He cries full vent the whole day through,
His harmony is at its peak.
Harmony means constancy.
Living fully bodes well.
To live robustly, then decline:
What follows not the Way, soon ends.
|© Douglas Allchin 2002|