What makes you free is not what you own,
But the peace in what you let go.
Freedom lies not in what you gain,
But in the chains you disdain.
Attachment’s not in what you cling,
But in those who to you, they bring.
To be free is a life’s embrace,
Not a goal, but a boundless grace.
Fear’s the grandest illusion of all,
Defense prepares us for a fall.
Misfortune lies in enmity’s glare,
But clear-sighted souls are always safe there.
True perfection, imperfect gleam,
Perfectly itself, it seems.
True fullness, void in sight,
Fully present, day and night.
True straightness, crooked guise,
True wisdom, fool’s surprise.
True art, artless grace,
Life unfolds at its own pace.
The Master lets things flow,
Shapes events, then lets them go.
Steps aside, life’s tale to tell,
In silence, wisdom’s voice will swell.
