Poem: No Finish Line at the Finish Line

We start the race with mind and heart aligned,
To seek the truth that’s ever hard to find.
The path is clear, the way seems oh so straight,
Yet round and round we go—oh, twist of fate!

We run through hills of thought and streams of dreams,
The finish line, not quite as near, it seems.
With every step, we feel the final call,
But then we find there is no end at all.

The race we thought would bring us to the goal,
Is just the turning of the cosmic whole.
For when we think we’ve reached the end of time,
We simply find there is no finish line.

The Self we seek is where we’ve always been,
The heart, the start, and finish all within.
In non-duality, the truth does shine—
There’s no finish line at the finish line.

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