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Returning to the Origin, Back to the Source. From the very beginning, pure and immaculate, he has never been affected by defilement. He calmly watches the growth and decay of things with form, while himself abiding in the immovable serenity of non-assertion. When he does not identify himself with magic-like transformations, what has he to do with artificialities of self-discipline? The water flows blue, the mountain towers green. Sitting alone, he observes things undergoing changes.
To return to the Origin, to be back at the Source—already a false step this!
Far better it is to stay home, blind and deaf, straightway and without much ado,
Sitting within the hut he takes no cognisance of things outside,
Behold the water flowing on—whither nobody knows; and those flowers red and fresh—for whom are they?
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