part of the Sacred Chao Te Ching

Chapter 31

Gray is the color of destruction hated by people
therefore followers of the Way never use destructive disorder.
Instead the wise spag uses the creative trip left
or the destructive trip right

Destructive disorder is not used by good leaders.
When its use cannot be avoided
the best policy is to banish with laughter.

In wartime victory there are no lulz.
Those who celebrate war delight in destructive disorder.
Those who use destruction with no creative silver lining
will not be successful leaders.
The killing of laughter should be mourned with sorrow.

We stand hand in hand in aftermath.

OR

Rigidity makes oppression simple;
free spirits resist.

Rules disguise suspicion;
only follow with care,
the brave man will break them
& proceed from his heart.
Rewarded with sovereignty,
being free his intent.
If freedom is in danger,
how can he rest?
Those who oppose him are not evil,
but trapped in a cage.  
He speaks of a jail break &
rattles their chains,
rekindles a smoldering
to burn down the place.

He enters the idiot asylum
with care & consideration
as if crossing a battlefield.

-by Honey

Chapter 32

Chaos cannot be labled,
Because it contains all lables.
Therefore, all definitions are incomplete.
It's Gödels, all the way down.

Order and Disorder unite,
And Illusion slips into Chaos.
When spags learn language, labels begin.
With labels, one should know when to stop.
Knowing when to stop, the wise spags see the Illusion;
And are free to create as they see fit.

Chapter 33

Those who question others are wise.
Those who questions themselves are enlightened.
Those who revolt against the masses seek attention.
Those who revolt against their own biases are brave.
Those who accept through faith are blind.
Those who reject the unproven are foolish.

Chapter 34

Chaos embraces the Illusions of Order and Disorder.
It contains all things,
Even that which is not there.
It does not judge, 
It has no subjectivity.

It has no meta,
For even thoughts outside Chaos
Are found within Chaos.
If all things that change are within it,
Then it does not change;
Because there is no Other.

OR

Chaos pours galaxies;
silhouetted sky as flesh
we are born
streaming forth,
trickling back too.
Endless celestial puzzles
frazzle feed freak free minds.
Rhapsody in quintessence
beings immersed
then unfasten;
sentience.
Unconcerned with conclusions,
no need to grasp.
Unconscious of power,
wild free it prevails.  (YaY)

Chapter 35

Everyone digs the one who balances the chao
because within it live shits, giggles, and 3D movies

The Cabbage on the street may be starving
but the chao on the menu still doesn't taste like hamburger

-by Hoops

OR

She who swirls within the Chao
glides drifts dreams of flight,
much care heals the broken wing.
Birds of a feather
soar off together.
Jump to conclusions
fall flat on your face.
Words stink of the Chao
will ruffle not bow.
Try to force: fail.
It will live you!
Both wings alight.

Chapter 36

Movement is the mother of experience.
If you want something,
allow it to be given away.
The Chao is never lost
although easily found.

Pure space is without limits;
no room for right or wrong, yes or no.
Decisions float to the surface.

We love with the body,
but fuck with the mind.
Understanding is delusion,
not understanding indifference.

Chapter 37

Chaos is not subjective,
And so creates no Illusions.
If people tried to act this way,
Authority could not lead through Fear.
When making observations and judgments,
Take care when creating your Illusions;
And recognize them as such.
Doing so will relieve you of many burdens.

Chapter 38

Original:

Superior power does not emphasize its power,
and thus is powerful.
Inferior power never forgets its power,
and thus is powerless.
Superior power never interferes nor has an ulterior motive.
Inferior power interferes and has an ulterior motive.
Superior humanity takes action but has no ulterior motive.
Superior morality takes action and has an ulterior motive.
Superior custom takes action, and finding no response,
stretches out arms to force it on them.

Therefore when the Way is lost, power arises.
When power is lost, humanity arises.
When humanity is lost, morality arises.
When morality is lost, custom arises.
Now custom is a superficial expression
of loyalty and faithfulness, and the beginning of disorder.

Foreknowledge is the flowering of the Way
and the beginning of folly.
Therefore the mature dwell in the depth, not in the thin,
in the fruit and not in the flowering.
They reject one and accept the other.

Our Translation:

Translation TK

Chapter 39

Riding waves of Chaos,
sea is salty & warm.
All beings are permeable
to the pull of its flow,
undertow seduces,
ebbing, surging,
give receiving.

When man tries to order the Chao
sky becomes dirty dingy 
worlds are angry & sterile
with the looking glass shattered
& the sea washes away all the trace.

When your sense of wonder arouses
even more questions than it counters,
hearts become as like mirrors,
absorb, echo, reflecting
tsunamis inside
the surface remains tranquil.

Chapter 40

Incomprehensible Totality is the nature of Chaos.
The absence of Illusion is the state of Chaos.
All spags in the world create their own Illusions,
And then spend the rest of their lives bound by them.