Traversing sun leads to a new season.
Vernal breath attunes the leaves.

Tao  is here.  It is we who are not always in harmony with it.

Tao proceeds on its own way.  It is we who are not ready to follow.

Tao is absolutely sure in its movements.  It is we who involve ourselves in amusements.

Tao has no consciousness, yet it is supreme.  It is we who think compulsively.

Therefore, tuning ourselves to Tao is the basic task.  We must make ourselves the perfect instrument, much in the way a beautiful harp has all its strings adjusted.  If we are less than sound, how will we harmonize with the universal music?

Once we are attuned, we can become open to Tao.  Where t leads, we follow without hesitation.  Just as a musician expresses individual talent and understanding and yet blends with the swelling magnificence of the orchestra, so too does the follower of Tao remain human and yet in harmony with the universal.

When the sun begins its new pattern, spring follows.  The air warms, and the world rejoices.  A new breath comes over all things, and even the trembling leaves are attuned to the vernal rhythm.  Turn your face to the sun, as flowers know how to do.  Turn your face to Tao, as we should all do.

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