Asking "Why?" is the mandate
Of that slippery mind.
Why believe it's quests?
Delight sends you up for a thrill.
Are you that because it's strong?
Here comes that sinking.
Dropping to earth, full of dread, woe.
Sticky fingers pull you down; caught!
Take heart. These are our tides.
You are that in which all
things rise and fall.
But the ocean is not merely each thing
That floats to the top, then sinks.
You who suffer... allow it.
Are you not in human form?
Does the ocean object to it's currents?
Does the sky sweep away the birds?
Neither casting out, nor making real is right.
Have you a steady mind, rational thoughts?
Deceiver! Eight hours dreaming dreams,
Then sixteen hours lost in thought.
A lazy life -- all dreaming!
To wake up -- live.
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