a wolf howls its undulating cry echoes through the canyon –Terry Chitwood The market undulates, rising and falling in sinuous waves, threading a path gradually upward like a monk ascending a winding path to the mountaintop, covered in mist, beckoning the monk onward—toward the heavenly gate. The market undulates, falling gradually like a river […]
The Taoist Trader: Peace Descends
Tao Te Ching (Chapter 32) What we call the Tao really has no name. Naming something, we think we understand it. What we call the Tao is far too subtle for that. We experience it in our own true nature. If we hold on to our own true nature, all external and internal strife falls […]