Colors blind the eye.
Sounds deafen the ear.
Flavors numb the taste.
Thoughts weaken the mind.
Desires wither the heart.
The Master observes the world
but trusts his inner vision.
He allows things to come and go.
His heart is open as the sky.
“Every man takes the limits of his own field of vision for the limits of the world.”
― Arthur Schopenhauer
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
The little waves, with their soft, white hands,
Efface the footprints in the sands,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls – Abridged Version