A candle needs, air to burn,
But along comes the breeze
For the sake of light, it puts up a fight,
Never looking for ease.
In wishing for Joy and running from sorrow,
Man makes up a mess.
For there to be light, shouldn’t there exist,
A blinding darkness?
As you run, into life’s arena,
Let Joy and Sorrow be either stride,
With a balance such, it isn’t a challenge much,
To perfect laughter shall your instincts guide.
Not in running away, but in running into
The battlefield shall you thrive,
For only in moments of battle, does a soldier feel,
Trust the stars, and frown not,
When life calls for a fight.
For would the sun ever set,
If there wasn’t beauty in the night?
Cultivate a farmer’s trust, and sow your deeds in the soil,
And fate shall blossom, from the beads of sweat,
Of all your toil.
Find equanimity in Joy, and courage in sorrow,
Let crystal clear be your sight.
Find the fuel, deep in you heart,
And with resolution, set it alight.
Set out in this journey, enthused,
With all you might,
And then, life shall enter your heart,
With all of its light.