Every morning, before waking up,
The world has been plugging away at itself;
Every night, after sleeping away,
Life is still plugging into the currents of stress.
Is that the way it has to be?
The world asked itself.
Is that the reality it needs to have?
The life wondered.
The buds are sprouting gradually,
They remind us to unplug from the rushing minutes;
The birds are singing at ease,
They remind us to unplug from the emotional tide;
The south wind is arriving freely,
It reminds us to unplug from the material engine;
The sun is shining broadly,
It reminds us to unplug from the self magnet;
What is forcing me to keep grasping?
When was I into craving?
I asked myself.
Every night, before sleeping away,
It is the time to unplug from the currents of pursuing.
Every morning, after waking up,
It is the moment to unplug from preconceptions.