This chapter portrays the sage as humble, cautious, and open, embodying qualities like simplicity and stillness. It emphasizes the value of patience, emptiness, and continuous renewal.
Key Concepts
修道
Emptiness & Stillness
不盈
Cite This Chapter
Laozi, Tao Te Ching, Chapter 15, "The Ancient Masters", laotzu.ai: https://www.laotzu.ai/en/chapters/15/
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The ancient masters of the Way were subtle, mysterious, and profound—too deep to be understood. Because they were beyond comprehension, I can only describe them with reluctance: Cautious, like crossing a winter river; watchful, like fearing neighbors on all sides; solemn, like a guest; yielding, like ice about to melt; simple, like an uncarved block; open, like a valley; murky, like muddy water. Who can be still and gradually clarify the muddy? Who can be at rest and gradually stir to life? Those who hold this Way do not seek fullness. Because they are not full, they can be worn out yet renewed.
Deep Reflection
What is this chapter about?
This chapter portrays the sage as humble, cautious, and open, embodying qualities like simplicity and stillness. It emphasizes the value of patience, emptiness, and continuous renewal.
How does it relate to me?
I sometimes rush and try to appear certain. This reminds me to embrace humility and patience, allowing clarity and growth to emerge naturally.
What should I do today?
Today, I will be like a valley—open and receptive. I will pause before reacting, letting stillness guide me. Like the ancient masters, I wait for muddy thoughts to settle clear.
The skilful masters (of the Tao) in old times, with a subtle and exquisite penetration, comprehended its mysteries, and were deep (also) so as to elude men's knowledge. Shrinking looked they like those who wade through a stream in winter; irresolute like those who are afraid of all around them; grave like a guest (in awe of his host); evanescent like ice that is melting away; unpretentious like wood that has not been fashioned into anything; vacant like a valley, and dull like muddy water.
AI Modern
The ancient masters of the Way were subtle, mysterious, and profound—too deep to be understood. Because they were beyond comprehension, I can only describe them with reluctance: Cautious, like crossing a winter river; watchful, like fearing neighbors on all sides; solemn, like a guest; yielding, like ice about to melt; simple, like an uncarved block; open, like a valley; murky, like muddy water. Who can be still and gradually clarify the muddy? Who can be at rest and gradually stir to life? Those who hold this Way do not seek fullness. Because they are not full, they can be worn out yet renewed.
My Reflection
What does this chapter inspire in you? How will you apply it?
