A Zen master once said, “Let go, or be dragged.” Meaning? Life will keep moving, whether you cling or not.

To understand flow, imagine a river. It moves effortlessly, winding through valleys, bending around stones, and always following the path of least resistance. Instead of fighting the obstacles in its path, it flows around them. It does not cling to the past or chase after the future. It just moves.

The waves continued to roll onto the shore, neither better nor worse than the ones before them.

How often do you wait for permission when none is needed?

Notice each breath as it leaves you, neither clinging to it nor resisting it.

Do you measure your life by its length or by its brightness?

“Tell me, Sogen,” the abbot said, lowering himself onto a nearby rock. “Where do the clouds go?” Sogen frowned. “They travel where the wind takes them.” The abbot nodded. “And do they resist?” Sogen shook his head. “No, they simply move.”

A fleeting cloud⁠— The autumn wind takes it far, Yet the sky remains.

The path had never been blocked; only his hesitation had kept him outside.