🕊️ All things born into this world Bring no harm, they carry grace It’s the mind that misperceives The body’s fleeting face It holds to form, then calls it pain It clings to change, then mourns again But all these things have always been— Not fault of theirs, but fault within We think our thoughts, we call them true And bind our hearts to passing view What breaks outside, we feel inside The sorrow floods, we cannot hide Yet things decay, as things must do It’s not the world that injures you The world is simply what it is— A stream of truth we often miss So let it pass, so let it fade Release the form, the debt is paid No storm will stay, no fire will burn If we don't feed the mind's concern Hold not to self, nor fix the tide Let stillness walk you from inside The one who sees and does not cling Knows peace beneath all suffering Remind yourself, again, again No need to chase, no need to gain Just watch the thought, don't claim its weight Its voice will pass—it comes too late Let wisdom rise where grasping ends Let silence speak, and truth descend For once you see, and once you feel, You’ll know the world was never real
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