It’s easy to drift, swept away, By practice’s pull, day by day. It’s easy to lose sight, forget, Habit’s rhythm, a quiet threat. Yet life within, a guiding flame, Steers us forward, beyond the same. Do not bow to habit’s call, Or let blind practice rule it all. Be present, awake, and truly see, Each moment holds eternity. This teaching whispers, calm yet rife: To be is the master of life.
Give me work till my days are done, Give me life while there’s work to be won. A purpose that burns, a spirit that strives, To fill every breath with the spark that survives.
Do your work, then step back, With all your heart, embrace the track. Like a parent, proud, lets go, Trust the seeds you’ve sown will grow. In the quiet, joy takes flight, As what you’ve shaped seeks its own light. With love, release, and let it be, A work fulfilled, now truly free.