Fifty-Five

One who embodies basic integrity

is like a newborn.

Hornets and scorpions do not sting them.

Birds of prey do not attack.

Savage beasts do not gore them.

Their bones are weak, muscles soft,

but their grip is tight.

In touch with natural energies,

they draw from the inner source.

Harmoniously balanced so,

they never tire.


Ever the intrepid beginner,

the floater holds no expectations.

Beyond language,

cool with reality,

one rarely overheats.


Practice returning to the calm,

still-centered.

Form changes;

formlessness

shimmers.