I alone am incomplete.
Only the Tao is complete.
Like a cell in a body
Like a tree in a forest
Like a wave in the ocean
Like a star in the universe
So am I to the Tao.
The Tao is mother and father and I am its child.
Yet the Tao is beyond all these I’ve said.
The drop in the ocean realized its incompleteness.
It was merely a drop in the ocean.
In seeing its incompleteness, it saw completeness.
It became the ocean in a drop.