X. In the World

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X.                    In the World

Barefooted and naked of breast, I mingle with the people of the world.

My clothes are ragged and dust-laden, and I am ever blissful.

I use no magic to extend my life;

Now, before me, the dead trees become alive.

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Comment:  Inside my gate, a thousand sages do not know me.  The beauty of my garden is invisible.  Why should one search for the footprints of the patriarchs?  I go to the market place with my wine bottle and return home with my staff.  I visit the wineshop and the market, and everyone I look upon becomes enlightened.

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