Fool
He Bought a Mirror,
To Look at Himself.
He Wondered all day,
Why isn't the Mirror Working,
Staring at the Wrong Side.
If Mind's like a Mirror,
with Consciousness on
Reflecting Side and Ego
on the Other Side,
He is Stuck on the Other Side.
He Uprooted a Plant
as it ain't Bearing any Fruits.
Only if he would have
Let it Grow into a Tree,
He Could have Tasted Apples.
If Life's like a Plant
That needs Time to Mature,
He never Matured.
Just kept Pulling out Plants
Until only Grass Grew.
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