life

Flow

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.
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Today

Today is boundless, a timeless sea,  
Where months and years no longer be.  
Man counts by numbers, marks the way,  
But eternity whispers: it’s all *Today*.  

In this moment, vast and deep,  
Endless truths in silence keep.  
Time is fleeting, yet here it stays—  
For the true name of forever is *Today*.
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Bias

In some, they see a saint arise,  
While others feel they’re lost inside.  
One is called wise, so hearts start to yearn,  
For something new they need to learn.  
  
But in the Master’s gentle gaze,  
No saint, no sinner, no wise displays.  
She sees no measure, no need to roam—  
In her embrace, all feel at home.
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