The sky is limitless,
The land is measurable,
Only the human heart cannot be guarded against.
But seeing the elixir as red as blood,
Who knows that lies are as clever as words.
People in the world call those who have achieved great success in spiritual practice "immortals", but they don't know that those who have not attained the Tao are still ordinary people, with many joys, angers, sorrows, greed, delusion and ignorance. Cultivation, practice, how can it be like sitting on a futon, trapped in a small space?
