The Creative (乾 Qián)
Heaven breathes beneath the world,
undivided, full of force.
It doesn’t strain to rise—
it just does.
Above, the same bright vault.
Formless form,
motion in repose,
echoes of the Great Pulse.
This is The Creative:
not willful, but willing.
Not striving, but streaming.
The Tao wears a crown of light.
