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The Master lives in the center;
the immature live on the edge
of things, unsatisfied, always
reaching for what is not.

 

The Master lives in harmony;
the immature pick and choose,
accept some things and reject some,
and make themselves miserable
trying to control the world.

 

When things seem to be in discord,
return to the center.

The Master lives in the center of the universe, which turned out to be the center of himself. He discovered that there’s nothing to it. No self, no other. Amazing! Wherever you go, there you aren’t.

The immature live in the center too. It’s just that they’re not aware of it yet. They put their thoughts between themselves and the center, and presto, they’re outside, teetering on the edge of things, looking for love in all the wrong places, trading life and liberty for the pursuit of a happiness that scampers off as soon as it’s pursued. A pity.

Actually, it’s not a pity, it’s a path. Discord becomes opportunity. The center is always less than a thought away.