The enlightened ones stand upon a threshold
Of endless mind from which they can see
In the distance and close at hand the
Endless illusions of eternity.
Life is walking on a beach and watching the waves
That are perpetually moving forward towards you,
Staring out at the edge of the blue horizon,
Your body buffeted by a strong sea breeze,
Watching the seagulls rising and falling in the sky,
This perception of infinity.
Why is all of this?
What is all of this?
Does life have a beginning and an end?
Is there a purpose or meaning?
The seagulls turn and dive in the wind,
Searching for their purpose,
And at night they sleep in their nests,
And dream of fish
And of flying
In the wind.