In distance, things are held with ease, Yet beyond them lies the hardest breeze. Detachment brings a crystal sight, Where love is born in purest light.
Her heart, a mirror, calm and clear, Reflects all faces, far and near, Without a judgment, true and free, Just as they are, so they shall be.
The truth is here, before our eyes, Right under our noses, where it lies. So simple, every child sees it clear, Yet, as mother said, it’s deeper the farther. Where is the way to the Way? A question we ponder, come what may.
