The River of Here
Move as water:
sometimes flowing,
sometimes still,
sometimes turning inward,
sometimes breaking open upon stone.
Flow without forcing.
Still without retreating.
Guard without grasping.
Break without hatred.
He who flows too often dissolves.
He who guards too tightly withers.
He who clears too sharply cuts himself.
He who crashes too loudly becomes deaf.
Balance is not a stance but a rhythm.