The reed does not care what the wind thinks of it, it only graciously bends out of the way. That is why it does not beak.
The reed does not worry what the storm clouds do above it, for its roots are deep and centered and cannot be washed away.
The reed does not fear the bright sun. For it is surrounded by a forest to shade it from the heat.
Rizzy was changing and it was never more evident than out here in the desert where sand was known for stripping a man of everything. Or perhaps it was never more evident because he finally was allowing trust into his life and the rewards were impossible to ignore. He laid awake, going over the litany that was suppose to bring his mind peace over and over again but it seemed to help less each time through. He cared what they thought, felt what they did, put himself in danger for them and no amount of repetition would change that.
Bending pliant to the wind, staying deep within the earth, and refusing the sun with the protection of others were the pillars of the Unbreakable Reed. A life that he was no longer required to live, but without those skills what was he? Who was he? Could the monk find his balance and be both at once?