The heavy is the root of the light.

Stillness is the master of chaos.


The Master poised amidst the disorder.

Her feet firmly planted

in her home while traveling

the world.


Why should the Lord of the country

flit around like a fool?

If you let yourself be blown to and fro

you lose touch with your root.


To be restless is to

lose one’s self-control.


The Invisible Dragon