How strange it is— A seeker never gets a glimpse of the swan. But a reckless peasant sees them everywhere.
Once you stop moving aggressively and take cautious, calm steps, You’ll begin to see their glimpses all around.
The question is: How can a seeker turn himself back into a peasant? Has love turned him into something else?
How strange it is— In life, we keep running to achieve; to gain; to find; or to discover Running in and Running out— Only to lose our souls and the time — it runs out. A swan unaware— There was a seeker once who kept her as a reverie To the grave. Strange again yet a dearly held reverie.