We need the space to truly see,
And silence soft to hear,
Sleep to fuel our wakefulness,
And shed the weight of fear.
When senses drown in cluttered things,
Their sharpness fades away,
But when we clear the crowded air,
They bloom, alive, and stay.
The teacher knows there’s naught to teach,
So all who seek, he kindly meets.
The lover sees none to adore,
Thus gives his heart to rich and poor.
The master learns no ground is bound,
So everywhere, his soul is found.
Do your work, then step back,
With all your heart, embrace the track.
Like a parent, proud, lets go,
Trust the seeds you’ve sown will grow.
In the quiet, joy takes flight,
As what you’ve shaped seeks its own light.
With love, release, and let it be,
A work fulfilled, now truly free.
