white_wolf
Member
Just a little something I wrote to myself:
So it is that all things simply are.
Why do you complicate?
Why do you play games?
Do not kid yourself in follies
of certainty,
all is transient, all is
mere appearance,
fleeting dreams that dance about like wind,
like ripples in a pond,
each flower, each life, each thought,
fabricated visions on the water's
surface, just as this tree is but an image,
so too is the world,
and so too are these words.
So it is that all things simply are.
Why do you complicate?
Why do you play games?
Do not kid yourself in follies
of certainty,
all is transient, all is
mere appearance,
fleeting dreams that dance about like wind,
like ripples in a pond,
each flower, each life, each thought,
fabricated visions on the water's
surface, just as this tree is but an image,
so too is the world,
and so too are these words.
