1. The Way is empty, but use wil never exhaust it.
   Deep, it seems to be the ancestor of all things.
2. It blumts the sharp,
   It unravels the tangled,
   It softens the glare,
   It mighles with the dust.
3. Deep and still, it appears to exist forever.
   I do not know whose offspring it is.
   It seems to have existed before the Creator.