Is man an object made for an end.or merely manifesting a cosmic joke.
The bird, breeze and sunflower blooming not flattered or sad.
The faith in future or the reveries of days bygone.is it futile?
Seeking incessantly. With all the adornments. the bowl is still empty. The doors vacant. The well hollow.
All plans and purpose distracts.the moment solely is where our feet balances on ground.