Bowing to profound mystery, I practice going nowhere,
and thus find clarity arriving like a fog thinning in mid-day.
Who is there that does not understand this?
It takes such immense effort to stay frozen in the boiling desert sun.
Why would a free one choose such suffering?
Irregardless of the mind's bellowing, all roads lead only to it's surrender.
Herein lies my understanding, sure joy, and certain peace.