Some dance along
the swiftly moving sky
and pray for a length of years.
With no passion or pride,
only a burning lust
from deep within.
And finding there is
only transient joy in life.
Get stuck on constant replay.
Day-by-day, they lure young
souls with their sham realities.
Never casting an
eye on a world of truth.

Others, reflect the sky
and the water lilies.
Illuminating the young souls
with a heart-land
and fragrant brightness.
Without any distinction
made of this or that.
And a sky of honesty and
integrity that gives lodging
to the sun and moon.
Making something for which
there is no end in sight.