Content to sit.
My mind sovereignly drifts.
To the possibility
that
competing you lose;
Like a person
who's shoes
Get torn up from
Trying to buy
new ones.

I'm not too sure about this yearning and striving.
I'm convinced it lacks, a final destination,
These painful infinite tracks.

Look, I am no one.
And, I am sure I haven't attained it.
But, no; go on, go on.
What if you trained it?
I'm sure you could 'grasp' it.
I'm sure you will 'see',

Around that bend is nothing,
Except the mind of thee.

But when it comes to that
and This passes away,
Hearing what you've heard:
Will you go or stay?


This isn't a triviality,
It's very important, see.
That you grasp the idea
That  what it is you grasp at

-Is like smoke on the water.