Grasp life
you'll lose it
let it be
nothing will you miss:
that which is forced
is against spontaneity
and you can't be free
the sage doesn't aim
at acquiring or winning
he looks inside himself
for his equanimity
he lets go every holding
the loosening
is happy edge-
the understanding
lies in non-chasing
and the laying down
of forced doing-
words open themselves
to disputing
they are confusing-
reasoning is the doubting
the death of meaning
the sage is still
calm, unwavering
in his self-forgetting
he finds his true being