Life is a quantum woman,
known, but unable to be described;
Lived but never solved
and so the mystery has survived.
To mark a line has no meaning
unless there was something before,
but thinking on it wastes time
when living is what it is for.
Looking at it makes it disappear,
like horizons in the Himalayas;
Seek and ye shall not find
such wisdom from the soothsayers.
The temple is not outside;
prayers are shared in the wrong direction.
Breathing in, breathing out,
let go your ego’s protection.
We’re involved in eternity,
our houses will come and go,
and while everyone knows who you are,
you’ll never really know.
Inspired by and paraphrased from Osho’s Life, Love, Laughter.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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