Hsiao Kuo / 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 that I remain below.
There is no profit to striving here. To be content with myself is the greatest success imaginable.
I have nothing to prove, and thus I may always 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 this prize I have strived for could be the end of me. I must wake up to its danger so that I may prevail.
Focusing so intensely on my target has given me tunnel vision.
An ambush could reach me from three sides. I heed this warning.
Receptive Force Earth above and Earth below: The Earth contains and sustains.
I should not take the initiative; I should follow the initiative of another.
I should seek receptive allies in the southwest; and break ties with immovable allies in the northeast.
Responsive devotion. Receptive influence.
This is a time for dealing with reality as it is, not as you would have it be. By realizing that in this situation I am the receptor, not the transmitter of the stimulus, I will find myself reaching goals that seemed unattainable under my own steam.
If I persist in futile efforts to be the Shaper rather than the Shaped, I will completely miss this unique opportunity.
It goes like this the fourth, the fifth The minor fall, the major lift The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Your faith was strong but you needed proof You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to her kitchen chair She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah
You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well really, what's it to ya
There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter which are heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah
I did my best, it wasn't much I couldn't feel so I tried to touch I've told the Truth I didn't come to fool ya
And even though it all went wrong I'll stand before the Lord of song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah