05/31/2026
A scroll. Two lines of brushwork. No explanation.
้ๅฑฑๅ
ไธๅใ็ฝ้ฒ่ชๅปๆฅ
The mountain does not move. White clouds come and go, of themselves.
I've sat with this phrase for years. What stops me every time isn't the clouds โ it's the mountain. Not as a symbol of strength or resilience. As a question: what in you stays completely still while everything around you moves?
Most leadership advice trains you to manage the clouds โ the disruptions, the pressure, the noise. This ancient Zen phrase points somewhere else entirely.