is like a running stream
always moving away
do not bother to try and catch it
you cannot stop it
or life will be stopped as well
it is serene and still
not a ripple on the surface
but so much life below
and also death
what is it without a lingering wave
without love
also without hate
there is no judgement
and no freedom
there simply is
no conscience
no will
plain instinct alone
sheer embracement of life
without worry
without fear
contentness at its best