"He whose nerves are agitated
Will look at the shadow of a bow
And suspect it of being a snake or scorpion;
Will look at stationary rocks
And imagine them to be tigers in waiting.
In this frame of mind,
everything contains a mortal danger.
He whose thoughts have been suspended
Can make violent men as gentle as sea gulls;
Can equate the voice of the frog
With the sound of the drum and the flute.
In everything he touches,
He sees the functions of truth.
If the mind is not quiet, when the wind blows and the grass moves, one becomes agitated. If there is silence of the mind, nothing can unsettle it.
(Written by Hong Yingming)
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