I stay behind I walk ahead  Apart yet a part of ev'rything  Nothing done and all is well  Never used yet always full  Out of nothing comes the one  Out of one comes the two  Out of two comes three  Out of three comes all things  The more it moves the more it yields  The valley spirit never dies  The root of heaven and of earth  Empty now of ev'rything  >From above it is not bright  >From below it is not dark  You cannot see when it began  Follow it there is no end  It has no aim it is so small  It has no name it is so great  It is not seen it is not heard  Nothing done or left undone  The weak can overcome the strong  The supple overcomes the stiff  Ev'ryone knows this well  yet so few can practice it  Out of nothing comes the one  Out of one comes the two  Out of two comes three  Out of three comes all things