Twin Verse: The Stream and the Stick
They who have deep insight and understanding of and into their nature and it's mechanisms, are they who know themselves. Knowing themselves thus, they know all of mankind, nature, the inner workings and machinations. These are ones who are not at the mercy of the ebb and flow of fortune and misfortune as their nature is not pulled in the 12 directions by anger, greed, delusion, form and sensation.
Never seeking peace, they are always in harmony.
They are akin to a stream which knows it's nature, and continues to flow, gently carrying the sticks and stones of life and circumstance along with it, through the myriad twists and turns of destiny, in accordance with the Way. Discarding enlightenment, free of ambition, praise, honor, respect.
They who have partial insight and understanding of and into their nature and it's mechanisms, are they whose knowledge of self waxes and wanes like the moon. They have partial insight into mankind, nature, the inner workings and machinations. These are the ones who at times find themselves victim to and, at others, victors over fortune and misfortune, as their nature is partially subject to be pulled in the 12 directions by poisons.
They are sometimes like the stream which follows it's nature, and at other times like the stick in the stream which is subject to the push and pull of the stream. Sometimes free, sometimes enslaved.
They who have no insight or understanding of and into their nature and it's mechanisms are the ones who do not know themselves. Not knowing themselves, they are unable to understand or relate to mankind, nature, the inner workings and machinations. These are the ones who are at the mercy of fortune and misfortune as their nature is pulled in the 12 directions by anger, greed, delusion, form and sensation. Their thoughts are like a young monkey unable to settle down on any one branch. In bondage to stimulus, slaves to praise, ambition, respect, status.
Always seeking peace, never finding it.
They are like the stick in a stream, subject to the whims of the stream and never in control of which direction the stream will take it next. It gets stuck at every stone, every twist and turn of fate.
© 2020 Mo Durrani
Mo Durrani (author) from Surrey, B.C., Canada on March 15, 2020:
And peace upon you, brother. Thank you for taking the time to read.
manatita44 from london on March 15, 2020:
Lovely and worth pondering upon by many. Peace.