The world looks different
from an angle of contentment
because I stand taller
my gaze reaches farther.

I see beyond the valleys and peaks,
past the point where the sun and moon meet –
the secret-rendezvous of God and the Devil –
where faith and reason are finally found level!

No yearning, longing nor desire
can forsake that which I’ve acquired
through whatever means of imagination
towards my current satiation.

Is sentiment only born from sorrow?
I think not, but ask again tomorrow.
For now the world is okay the way it is
And I am thankful for such bliss.

So we all have something to do,
let’s meditate on me and you,
with karmic cycles as adornments
spreading the gravel on the road to enlightenment.