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.
Putting all heart and soul, Pouring every ounce of energy whole, Toiling through night and day, Building wealth and fame along the way.
Thinking it was all for them, You turn, expecting the same respect to stem. But find neglect, a painful surprise, Wounding your mood, wounding your pride.
It’s you who forgot the truth inside: Your journey is yours alone to guide. Be there, be present, be at it strong— That is your work, where you belong.
A mirror holds no face, no sight, It waits in silence, still as night. And when it speaks, it softly shows, Not its own, but what it knows— The soul that stands before its glass, The “other” that it lets pass.
