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.

Just 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.