An innocent heart keeps itselfInnocence
No deceit, no pretense — the result speaks for itself.
Wu Wang is thunder sounding suddenly from a clear sky — no omen, and yet it is only thunder, not meant to frighten; it sounds and disperses. The without here strips away coverings: when the heart holds nothing crooked, conduct need not detour. It does not ask why; it asks what the thing's own heart is. So it tends to go: the harder you chase a presentable result, the more you overexert; follow honest impulse and the outcome grows clear.
The judgment: if one is not upright, there is calamity — tilt the motive and innocence turns into disaster. Subtlest is the line about an affliction without fault: sick without having done wrong, this illness needs no medicine — let it pass by itself. Some troubles need no solution, only that you stop adding weight.