To breathe, one must stop talking.
To listen, one must stop hearing.
To see, one must stop looking.
And to be still, one must stop.
If you bend over to pick up
one more thing,
there will come that final thing which
causes you to fall down.
You will be able to rise again
only by letting go.
Do so, and live.
Hang on, and you will die rich.
You’ll be dead, with stuff.