The inner is the foundation of the outer The still is the master of the restless
The Sage travels all day yet never leaves his inner treasure Though the views are captivating and beg attention he remains calm and uninvolved Tell me, does the lord of a great empire go out begging for rice?
One who seeks his treasure in the outer world is cut off from his own roots Without roots, he becomes restless Being restless, his mind is weak And with a mind such as this he loses all command below Heaven