In lofty praise, great men may fall, Their strength wanes when pedestals tall. Valued possessions draw thieving eyes, Yet balance grants what truly lies.
Each in its place, each with its worth, In humble soil, roots find their birth. Tools in the hand, part of the throng, Guiding the self, where we belong.
To yield, to make space for the new, Embrace what’s vital, bid the old adieu. For in the void, where letting go bleeds, Lies room for what the heart truly needs.
In beauty’s turn, ugliness resides, In goodness’ glow, darkness abides. Existence weaves its intricate thread, Long and short, in life’s canvas spread.
High and low, in tandem dance, Before and after, in timeless trance. Silence, the wise one’s cherished song, Teaching without words, where truth belongs.
To treat things as they are, to simply be, Embrace the natural order, set it free. One rule for all, in harmony’s grace, In the world’s embrace, find your place.
In the depths of the dark, I find my spark, You’re the gleam in the brightest of light, Hand in hand, we outshine the stars, Yet within, we merge, losing sight.
Did I drown in your radiance, consumed whole? Did you cloak me in your luminous hue? In this fusion, we’ve shed our old roles, Yet we yearn for the selves we once knew.
Is it the ghost of selfishness, lingering still? Or the evolution of change, steadfast in its course? Through it all, together, we’ve found our thrill, In this journey, with you, I’ve found my source.
