Classic Poem

The Great Way — simple as it is,
few spy out its secrets
Follow the will and you do no wrong;
go along with things — none are in error
From times past, ties and entanglements,
cricks and coils, this petty lot,
these hundred worries — what are they?
All that's most important rests in you!
Hand your woes to the sky above,
bury your troubles in the ground,
flout and discard the Five Classics ,
put an end to the Songs .
And those muddled scraps that are the hundred philosophers —
consign them please to the flames!
Lift your ambitions to the hills and westward,
let your mind wander east of the sea.
With the Primal Breath as your boat,
the little winds for a rudder,
sail and soar in the Great Purity,
do what you want to, handsome and blithe!