to be the mat beneath the feet?
they say: to be kind, is to be cruel;
and to be cruel, is to be kind.
much so, has the rice turned to gruel?
is the gruel, so turned, nice?
a little bird asked me today,
why do i fly? why do you stay?
i told him, i would love to fly...
i need not stay, and he need not fly.
and so beneath our feet we find,
the elusive thing (the peace of mind)
when we let go of everything
our disappointments lose their sting.
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