There was a very rich man
(a man with a cadaverous, cold heart)
who walked along the barren, indifferent sidewalks
and, while he walked, he passed
the splendid flowers and trees by,
(without looking at their immense beauty).
As he walked, there was a limited separation
between what was considered to be “a central I” and
the other thoughts that occurred;
there was also a large gap or separation
between his consciousness and profound nature.
There was a rather poor man
(a man with a beneficent, warm heart)
who walked through the amicable gardens and meadows
and, while he walked, awareness
examined the magnificent flowers and trees,
(smiling at the immeasurable beauty).
As he walked, there was no separation
between a supposed “central controller”
and the occurring thoughts;
additionally, an effortless silence often occurred;
there was no gap or separation
between a “his consciousness” and natural beauty.
And here is a sweet, little secret that can always unfold:
The very rich man wasn’t really rich at all,
and the rather poor man wasn’t poor