The ancient masters were subtle and profound,
their depth beyond knowing.
Because they were beyond knowing,
one can only describe their appearance:

Cautious, as if crossing a frozen winter stream.
Hesitant, as one who senses danger on all sides.
Dignified, like an honored guest.
Yielding, like ice beginning to thaw.
Simple, like an uncarved block of wood.
Open, like a deep valley.
Obscure, like muddy water.

Who can be still,
until the mud slowly settles and becomes clear?
Who can remain at rest,
until the moment of action slowly arises?

Those who hold this Way do not seek to be full.
It is precisely because they are not full
that they can be worn, yet need no renewal.