Lying Low Thunder high on the Mountain, active passivity: I am unsurpassed in my ability to remain small. In a time for humility, I am supremely modest. In a time of mourning, I uplift with somber reverence. In a time of want, I am resourcefully frugal.
When a bird flies too high, its song is lost. Rather than push upward now, it is best to remain below. This will bring surprising good fortune.
There is no profit to striving here. To be content with oneself is the greatest success imaginable.
I have nothing to prove to myself or others and I operate from a position of sincerity, with no pretense or posturing. My humility is guileless simplicity. My mourning is selfless compassion. My frugality is an unshakeable faith that I am but a conduit, letting what is needed flow through to others.
But focusing so intensely on my target has given me tunnel vision. An ambush could reach you from three sides. Heed this warning.