Bow to be whole: curl to be straight
the empty shall be full and the old shall relate
have less to be more, much will bemuse
so I gather the one and all others refuse
The pattern under heaven I do not myself display
And this I shine all the day
I keep my mouth shut and everyone knows me
I get the credit by saying nothing of my ability
I bury my success and so I endure
I yield to everyone so my enemies are so unsure
No my fine low bow’s not just sewing the wind
and like a mighty magnet I draw all things in
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