“Into a soul absolutely free
From thoughts and emotion,
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 hand can take hold of it -
The moon in the stream

Clouds and mists
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and the moon

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

– Unknown Taoist Priest