"is then the world unkind?
And does it treat all things
Like straw dogs used in magic rights?
The Wise man too, is he unkind?
And does he treat the folk
Like straw dogs made to throw away?

Between the Earth and Sky
The space is like a bellows,
Empty but unspent.
When moved in its gift is copious.

Much talk means much exhaustion;
Better far it in is to keep your thoughts!"