As the story goes untold nobody knows the essence of his soul.
Passing on the pursuit of riches in the form of diamonds and gold.
Taking the straight path, not giving into the temptations he’s facing.
Clear is his vision, similar to a cloudless summer night deep contemplation.
He finds himself sinking deep into the quicksand of mind oblivious to the hands of time.
He raises his vibration breathing beautifully rhythmic in tune with his heart he finds.
He finds, what was never lost, always present, just not available to perception.
The Sage is discovered, through the mud the lotus is uncovered. Eternal bliss through all the shit, in harmony with all that is there’s nothing more to resist.
He simply sits.