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Twisting and writhing, this way and that
Darting, rushing, and seeking
Constant panic and endless distraction
People of the world know little else
Holidays abroad for a tired body
Calling heaven a beach while the mind runs riot Travel is a fool's paradise
Empty shells collect nothing but sand
Consumed by mind, tormented by thought
Masses suffer and call it 'life'
Craving more than they need
Raping the earth without shame
Fighting over scraps from the devil's banquet
Oblivious to their rabid debauchery
Possessed by pleasure and lust for flesh
Not seeing the light they stumble blindly
Fueled by desire for fame and wealth
Unaware of the diamond in their pocket
In desperation, they make yet more effort
To project a way out of suffering
Only to be confronted, inevitably
By the reflection of their own fears
No sympathy nor silver-lining will help you
Even the five bodies keep you stuck
Be like wild geese winging across an autumn sky
Fake smiles and positive thoughts get you nowhere
A gilded cage is still a prison
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Written in the style of Han Shan (Cold Mountain), a 9th-century Chinese hermit-poet who is a continual source of inspiration.
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