Laozi Conversion of the Barbarians Sutra

Stopping and activating it, binding it in openness... When it begins, I wish to write it, but there is no brush... Substance without form that can be likened, drifting beyond the outermost, sometimes sinking, sometimes... A single hairtip can obscure the rest; its stillness is like the echo's trace, its dissipation like clouds vanishing... To compare fishing nets to the Way does not even begin to express its profound depth... He was the Zhou historian, living nine hundred years, with a golden body... Teeth like silver, a forehead like a mountain, with the marks of the sun and moon, a dragon's face and rhinoceros-like patterns, ears higher than the crown, sun-like horns and a moonlike brow, a nose with twin pillars, a flat and full celestial center, feet treading the pattern of two and five, hands holding the markings of ten. Beyond the limitless, he returned to Kunlun, transforming the barbarians of the Hu... Then to Jibin, and later to India, and thus moved, leaving his teachings for later generations, never to be forgotten, everlasting.