We lucky people
How lucky are we to have landed here On our journey through the stars.To have coalesced in this infinite eternity,For a speck of time, to form a beingWith the sentience to appreciate The simple splendour of it all. How foolish are those who grasp, With their borrowed hands, More than they could ever hold;As if possession could bring them Some form of permanence. How wise are those who live softly:Taking only what they need, while Cherishing each small thing as a gift,Each precious moment as a blessing.