In the dance of life, work finds its tune, A rhythm to keep, from dawn to noon. Completion’s embrace, a fulfilling sight, Liberating souls in the depths of night.
Yet, if bound by duty’s heavy chain, Exhaustion reigns, leaving naught but pain. For in the end, completion’s grasp, Leaves one feeling empty, an aimless gasp.
So seek the work that fills your heart’s cup, Let passion guide, and lift you up. For in this life, your purpose true, Is to make your work work for you.
In radiant skies, a question spun, “Can one live akin to the Sun?” No barriers hinder its boundless grace, A lifeline, a beacon for every place.
Guiding all with its luminous might, It serves, it leads, in endless light. Unfettered by woes, it tirelessly gleams, A timeless force in life’s vast streams.
In the stream, you flow, not a stone’s dream, Nor a tree’s forever grounded theme. Not mere air’s binding glue, nor fire’s fleeting wit, But part of this world, every pulse, every fit. Awaken, move, make each moment profound, For you’re not static, but boundlessly unbound.
