An armored heart is easily injured
And pursuing fantasy invites despair;
A great life is composed of many details,
So walk firmly — each step counts.
A grand canyon began as a tiny cleft
A great master was born a small babe;
Be happy in your place,
Growth is inevitable.
Your start and finish are the same:
The journey to enlightenment begins
Where you are right now.
One who controls
Will be out of control
And the competitive spirit
Is ever wanting.
The sage does not control
And maintains perfect balance;
She does not grab for power
So overflows with it.
The only treasure the master seeks
Is a peaceful heart;
Her only goal
To be full where she is.
Her only doctrine
By returning to her origins,
She brings us all forward.