Life moves in sunlight, and in storm,
In laughter’s ease, in sorrow’s form.
It sings in joy and weeps in pain,
A play of light, a touch of rain.
*But we resist what life may bring*,
Holding tightly to “my” everything.
Energy splits in wants and fear,
In the noise of “me” we cease to hear.
We chase ideals, become, compare,
Clutching images thin as air.
Each argument, belief, defense—
Drains the mind of quiet sense.
Yet when the watcher fades away,
And silence sees the mind at play—
Then life flows whole, without divide,
And energy, unbroken, does not hide.
