"Your thoughts are the surface of your mind: windy and wild. At your center, your core, below your orphan nightmares and your gypsy heart, you are not so easily swayed."
Dick frowned to himself and turned to meet the sensei's eyes. His teacher was watching him with careful attention.
"I can teach you to fight from that place, Grayson-san. But whether or not you choose to live from there is up to you."
Dick's brows knotted. "What if I don't? I mean, what if I'm not a lake? What if I'm more like a river, or-- or a waterfall?"
"Moving water is good for stirring chi, it can bring much energy. But a soul that cannot be still is a soul that loses itself over and over trying to attach to the impermanent. There will be moments of great joy and great grief, but peace will be elusive. When you grasp too tightly at water, all of it slips through your fingers. If you yourself are the waterfall, then you are always falling from a great height; falling in love, falling in line, falling into disarray, falling apart. Falling off the wagon, falling to your knees, falling short of perfection, falling into place . . ."
The sensei trailed off and Dick stood up straighter, raising his eyes from the reflection of the clouds in the water to the actual clouds overhead. "Yeah," he said quietly. "That sounds about right."
Inheritance :: Devin Grayson
PB: Matthew Bomer
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