From thoughts and emotion,
Even the tiger finds no room
To insert its fierce claws.
One and the same breeze passes
Over pines on the mountain
And the oak trees in the valley;
And why do they give different notes?
No thinking, no reflecting,
Yet therein something moves,
Following its own course.
The eye sees it,
But no hands can take hold of it -
The moon in the stream.
Clouds and mists,
They are midair transformations;
Above them eternally shine the sun and the moon.
Victory is for the one,
Even before the combat,
Who has no thought of himself,
Abiding in the no-mind-ness of Great Origin.
- Bruce Lee, Tao of Jeet Kune Do