Some of us chase it.
Like a lioness stalking a gazelle
We hope that after many failed hunts,
We will learn that right moment to strike,
We will learn that effortlessness,
So that we may gorge ourselves,
And feast on the entrails of the great masters.
Some of us read and study
And spend endless days tallying terms and ideas
Like accountants during tax season
We hope that one day,
The great epiphany will rise,
Like a snake’s head in tall grass.
And all the words will belch,
Their great secrets,
When we find it,
Its simplicity confounds us.
Some have a glance or receive a cursory nod,
But those who merge with it,
Who like butter on bread merge and meld for a better taste,
They understand its simplicity.