Just As It Is
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 hues of creation
Will never be the same
As showing you a picture
I truly want you to see the sunset...
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