When we are born,
We get it, and then
A little at a time
That which was gotten

Becomes the forgotten.

Concepts invade our every
Sense, even though we know
We are blessed, these concepts
Pervade, like dew drops

Covering our eyes in a grand
Masquerade.

Reality becomes blurry,
And, at times, with such furry,
We lash out at others,
Because we feel quite smothered.

Lost in concepts,
Of our own creation,
A mentality develops
Of great separation.

And, yes, isolation follows,
Yet there is another way
We may harken today,
Recalling what we got
So long ago,

By remembering that
Which we already know.

You, me, and that tree,
And all of the other concepts
That you do see, are not
Separate, my friend,

For that, know it does depend,
On a realization, which you can
Make with some fixation, and

Steadiness of Mind,
By uncovering that which
Is deep down inside.

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