Daily Random Artwork
In the quiet Flow, find your center you must, young one.
Do not take the bait, my friend. Halting your advance now exposes their predictable traps.
To the Shadow's urge to run, yield you must not, young one.
Too rigid, your mind must not become in the Flow, young one.
Silence your emotions, my friend. A cold, quiet heart allows you to exploit their predictable sentimentality.
Speak only to misdirect, my friend. Let your silence in the hidden chambers keep them guessing.
Great peace to the cosmos, your noble stillness will bring, young one.