Paradox

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