Just As It Is

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courtesy of: beautyofworldz.blogspot.com

Why do we grasp, always grasping?

The never-ending need to explain

To examine, to hold onto, to possess

 

A mystery enters us, we suddenly see

But we are never satisfied

We need to hold it, own it

 

When it leave’s we talk about it

Tell others, describe, explain, analyze

 

Why can we not let it be what it is?

Even become that which it is

But the self is too strong for that

 

If we let go, relinquish to it

Then there is no person experiencing

No person to grasp or own

And no person to try to explain

 

Becoming the beauty in a sunset

The fading hue of creation

Will never be the same

As showing you a picture

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