Tao monks

Once there were two monks
The one who yearned for freedom said this:
Master
I know that to be something, I must first be nothing
And lies hurt those who tell them most
I long to yield, but my heart forbids it
What should I do?
Relinquish your self
All selves are lies.
Alas, cried the monk
How can anyone do such a thing?
I have mediated so hard on the subject
I have turned into a block of ice
Now I shall never be never free!
Beware, said the master
You about to yield.
And he raised his hand to the monk
Who became water
Without a word
And washed away with the rest.
Behold!, said the master
The greatest of change
Often occurs
By the softest touch.