Tempest waives, rose dark and near,
Roared their warning to fill the air.
Stood the Master on rocky shore,
Unmoved by fury, fearing no more.
© Vishy Dadsetan
What would our experiences be like without fear?
The fearlessness I have known had calmed the internal storms of their minds and passions. They were unmoved by the external storms of events. They served and expressed unconditional love. By knowing them, I have developed the yardstick. The degree of loving detachment is the degree of courage.