The Empty Boat

I don’t know the origin of this poem,
but it gave the group something to think about
this evening, so I thought I would post it here:

The Empty Boat

Who can free himself of achievement and fame
Then descend and be lost
Amidst the masses of men?
He will flow like Tao, unseen….
He will go about like life itself
With no name and no home.
Simple is he, without.
To all appearances he is a fool.
His steps leave no trace.
He has no power.
He achieves nothing.
He has no reputation.
Since he judges no one,
No one judges him.
Such is the perfect man.
His boat is empty.

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