Silent sages hold the key, Those who speak, know not, you see. Close your mouth, senses dim, Sharpened edges, let them thin. Knots untangled, glare turned soft, Dust settled, lifted aloft.
This is the primal way, Soft and yielding, come what may. Unaffected by praise or blame, It gives, endures, remains the same.
Be needed, not needy, and trust where you stand, With all that you have, life unfolds as planned. Do what you must with intent and grace, Don’t merely exist and occupy space.
Make a living, let life thrive and bloom, Find purpose in action, dispel all gloom. Life’s aim is not merely to avoid the end, But to live fully, be useful, and transcend.
