Is awareness a problem,
Is ignorance bliss?
Is knowing yet blind
A more gentle kiss?
Or is sight without knowledge
A paradox fair?
To see and not grasp,
To live unaware?
When ego fades, goodness thrives,
When goodness wanes, morality strives.
When morality slips, rituals confine,
Husk of faith, chaos in line.
Thus, the Master delves within,
Seeks the fruit, not the skin.
Depths over surface, truth to embrace,
Finding essence, in grace.
We endlessly seek the unknown,
Craving the thrill of the new,
To yearn for what we hold is rare,
But one quest remains ever true.
For even when we claim it’s found,
This treasure eludes our grasp,
The eternal search for truth persists,
A journey that will ever last.
