We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that we live within. We work with being, but non-being is what we use. Colors blind the eye. Sounds deafen the ear. Flavors numb the tongue.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart. The Master observes the world but trusts her inner vision. She allows things to come and go, her heart as open as the sky. Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear.