Chapter 52

The World has a beginning
Which is the mother of the World
Since you get to its mother
By knowing its child
Since knowing its child
Go back to holding its mother
Till the soul sinks no harm
Plug your holes
Shut your door
Till the soul ends no trouble
Open your holes
Meddle with your work
Till the soul ends no safety
Showing small is called shining
Holding the soft is called strength
Use its brightness
Go back again to light
Without letting the soul be endangered
So called following the constant