a taoist priest

Into a soul absolutely free
From thoughts and emotions,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert its fierce claws.

One and the same breeze passes
Over the pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes?

No thinking, no reflecting ,
Perfect emptiness;
Yet therein something moves,
Following its own course.

The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it –
The moon in the stream.

Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shines the sun and the moon.

Victory is for the one,
Even before combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin.

Lee L (1975), Tao of Jeet Kune Do, Black Belt Communications LLC.

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