Easy are my words to hear,
and also to practice.
Yet none is able to understand
nor yet to grasp them.
What I say springs from the ageless,
the supreme Tao.
No knowing Tao, no one can know me.
Those who listen to me are few.
What can they hear?
To the world I am outwardly poor,
but I carry a jewel in my bosom.

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