How does one be
Without striving to be ‘a better something’?

I’m coming to see
That ‘better’ is an illusion.

But if I don’t pursue the better
What do I have to my merit?

And if I don’t have any merit
What do I call my own?

And without having something
To call my own, what belongs to me?

To whom do I belong?
Where do I belong?

To no one? To all?
To nowhere? To everywhere?

How does one feel complete
Without ownership?

How does one feel fulfilled
Without achievement or acquisition?

How does one know love
Without attachment?

How does one know fullness
When one feels emptiness?

How?