Hunyuan Temple

Heaven can be measured,

Earth can be surveyed,

But the human heart can never be guarded against.

One sees only a loyal heart, red as blood,

Never knowing that false words can be as crafty as a reed pipe.

The world calls all those who have attained success in cultivation "immortals," yet few realize that without proving the Great Dao, they remain ordinary people, with joy, anger, sorrow, pleasure, greed, delusion, and obsession, just like everyone else. Cultivation, cultivation: how can it mean nothing more than sitting in meditation on a cushion, confined within a tiny space?