The five colors blind the eye.
The fine tones deafen the ear.
The five flavors dull the taste.
Racing and hunting madden the mind.
Precious things lead one astray.
Thefore the sage is guided by what he feels and not by what he sees.
He lets go of that and chooses this.
Poem by Lao Tzu
The fine tones deafen the ear.
The five flavors dull the taste.
Racing and hunting madden the mind.
Precious things lead one astray.
Thefore the sage is guided by what he feels and not by what he sees.
He lets go of that and chooses this.
Poem by Lao Tzu
