You practice non-attachment Yet you wouldn't want to do Without water. You let water own you like a lotus leaf You allow it to hold you in its never ending cul-de-sac Flowing between the total bliss of nirvana And the joy of samsara. You practice non-attachment to desire Yet you're wanting Desiring Craving Water. Ponds. Lakes. Streams. Seas Your thirst is inextinguishable Wild awake rain And as you drink that unquenchable flood Your lips are watering springs, Sipping fountains of primordial tears.
When I look upon an unbroken field I see freedom No paths to guide me Or to bind me by convenience, by habit I see one million different paths I could take And one million more The freedom to move as I wish Through nature in its natural order I am bound only by the laws of physics And nothing more
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