The way forward lies within,
Where journeys of truth begin.
Accomplishment blooms, serene and pure,
In knowing what’s vital, simple, sure.
To be essential, to truly see,
Is to find the heart of what must be.
Not in the noise, but in the still,
Where purpose shines and dreams fulfill.
The Master moves without a plan,
No goal to seek, no guided hand.
He flows along, just like the tide,
Content to simply take the ride.
Yet nothing’s left undone, you see,
No hopes to chase, no “ought to be.”
No residue of past regret,
No future binds, no loss to fret.
The spirit’s lost, yet always near,
It’s found in moments soft and clear.
In depths, the surface fades away,
As flowers bloom and fruits decay.
He treasures both, in calm embrace,
At peace with time, in perfect grace.
If you wish to shrink a flaw,
Do not hide or push away;
In the light of calm awareness,
It will slowly fade each day.
Suppress the dark, it only grows,
But let it breathe in gentle air,
And like a shadow in the sun,
It will wither, disappear.
