Running away from what you are;
Soiling the soul wrapping it in a foil.
Running behind senses in vain,
finding only pain and unnecessary strain.
Look into drying, falling dew drop,
why can't you see truth and stop?
Look at beauty of flowers,
serenity of blue sky, dancing clouds.
Attain stillness of lake, serenity of mountain,
Reach depth within, source of intuition's fountain!
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