Shades of Life

In the grossest form,
where naked dance,
of betrayal, deceit and
rigid stubbornness is prevelant,
 such is the the case where,
without incurring troubles,
there is no progress,no fall,
if you create a small cocoon of happiness,
will you exclude the rest, rather,
dealing it,daring the effort with knowledge,
that trouble is bound,
is the only way,
such is the kingdom of perephery,
the outer covering of life,

the less, the middle is,
inner,turbulant, flowing world,
with rushes of feelings,thoughts,
where un-ending flow is prevelent,
such is the flow where,
the ways progress with less trouble,
is possible,
but the impulses are too hard to tame,
and trouble comes in waves,
and goes away in waves,
but is still bound,
and hence,
dealing it, again knowing the inevitable nature of,
friction between your expection, and reality,
is wise,
such fluidy is the nature of middle,

the last, the end,
the colorless, the calm,
the mutely infinite sounds,
which encompasses all,
yet is formless mould of clay,
here, there is total freedom,
to rush deepest core,
and still never disappointed,
by the very nature of formlessness,
here the way to deal,
is to completely give away,
melting away all pots of clay,
created in the first two plays,
of the middle, and the gross,
and simply melt,

but the reality encompasses all three stages,
to be able to melt, and yet form shapes,
a combination of all three plays,
all mingled up,
with all three parallel existences, united with the mingling shading,
such is the whisper of mysterious life's rythm,
murmuring all night long . .  . :)