Letting go Well it takes time Every day We flow along those lines The forms the Formless occupy Is it by choice or "fate"? Are they just here to balance out A karmic bank account? A message in a bottle That vessel Earthly life Delivered where the flow allows Unknown where it arrives Where does it go? That energy... Hollowed husks Is all that it will leave The insult to the ego Our precious, lonely lives Create the squalid suffering Persisting when we die Within these roles we've come to find That value will take time And it's on us to cultivate With our intents aligned