Under the auspices of Zeus, that divine raconteur, we have been gifted wise words that will lead every plowsman to the promise land. I as a humble conduit present to you the Plow Te Ching

Chapter 1

Go into the field
Plow ground till soft
When Sun goes down
The field is cool
Cool and soft
Is this not the best material to Plow?
Therefore the Plowsmen:
Polish their tools
Work the Land
Rest at sunset
It is because the Plowsmen dig
That they maintain their ability

Chapter 2


The wise ones state:
When the harvest has come
Reap the fields
When there is famine
Sow many seeds
There is a time to Plow
and a time to not-plow
Know the difference
The plowity is within reach

Chapter 3


Stupid and Smart
Wrong and Right
Best and Worst
Goodlooking and Unattractive
Plow in winter
Plow in summer
The Plow is blind
To Plow is to not discriminate

Chapter 4


We gain plow
In the most ironie way
We find it when
We are weakest,
When we think we are breaking
In shattered chaos,
We learn to have the plow
To let go of what
Doesn't make us plow

Chapter 5


On a rollercoaster
Your belly must be unburdened;
To plow is not to retch
For plowsmen do not release from the mouth
Go with an empty stomach
Plowity will fill you up

Chapter 6

To Plow is not to mow,
For mowing and Plowing are not the same,
Though brothers they are, the Plow is a paradox
To Plow is to not Plow,
But to Plow is to Plow.
Remember to keep strong thine waist
And sturdy thy back
Mowing comes from above
The Plow is the center.

Chapter 7


Seed is not to be wasted
Scattered on barren soil leaves no crops
It is a disgrace when Plowsman self-fertilize;
This is not the way
When there is Love, the Seed will take root
Save your seed;
Give her the plow from heaven

Chapter 8





Thy Plow must be sturdy,
Like the ground before a rain storm,
Or firm as bamboo

To penetrate the center
Where life doth flow
Indeed, we all flow through the center,

From the wound of life,
If thy Plow be shaky,
And of rubbery feel,

The wound will not accept thee,
And thine rubbery eel.