Paradoxes line the path
Of the seeking soul:
The more it learns
The less it knows
The more it toils
The less it makes
The longer the journey
The farther it goes
The more it has
The less it takes
The less it wants
The more it gets
The more it has
The less it needs
The greater the trial
The lesser it frets
The more it follows
The more it leads
And the humbler it grows
The humbler it grows
Till the humbled array
In the straightest of rows
And all that is left
Is a soul that is blessed
With the world at its feet
And it couldn’t care less