We chase the air and call it solid ground,
A path to walk, yet never to be found.
Enlightenment, it dances in the breeze,
A dream we seek, but slips with gentle ease.
Like floaters in the eye, it drifts away,
Each time we think we’ve found it for a day.
And angels laugh, for they can take to flight,
By knowing not to hold their burden tight.
The mind’s a joke, it tries to make its stand,
While life just moves the pieces out of hand.
So let us fly and let the effort go,
For lightness is the only truth to know.
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Thank you 🙏