In the quiet heart of the Way,
Things follow their nature
Without effort.
Learn to want less
Trade tangled longings for plain ones:
A warm hearth, a clear sky, the breath of now.
Simplicity calms desire—
Fame and disgrace become the same,
Success and failure
Lose their emotional power.
Life, unhurried, watches
As the sun sets, the moon rises
And seasons turn.
Wisdom knows when enough is enough.
. . .
To view this post on the Heron Dance website, including my reflection on this passage, and two questions, visit here.