The Middle Path(Confucianism)
The noble soul is like the northern star,
Which keeps its place while all the others wheel;
No need to seek for wisdom from afar,
But in the rites, a sacred calm to feel.
Between the child and parent, friend and friend,
A golden thread of duty binds the whole;
On ritual and kindness we depend
To carve the jagged marble of the soul.
When families are set in perfect line,
The village thrives beneath a peaceful sky;
The state reflects the patterns of design,
And ancient virtues never truly die.
Within the home, the seeds of peace are sown,
Until the world becomes a single throne.
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