That you see, forever sways, tantalizes, mesmerises,
That which you hear always changes, in the air always arches, paralyses.
That which is, seldom changes, stays serene unless change it chooses,
And if change it chooses, it changes, but that change, it never randomizes.
The one who knows, and the one who bothers, can see as it stays or changes
The one mystified, on a rush forgets, often in dichotomy, his judgment perishes.
Duality, phlegm is vision of his, he who is hung in mind's impotence
To judge to say, to know for sure, to be the cause of duality's riddance.
That he chooses, is what he gets, not by choice, but by reality's process,
In his efforts, he wins or loses, but the course of time, he never changes.
But he alters, the things that exist, and changes the list of that which might have,
Bringing new things, he creates and propels, the existence of his beyond mere chances.
He who nullifies, and commands by choice, truth for him is, non-existence of it,
And when he acts, or tries to create, chances always govern it.
The man to win is not the man of reason, nor the contrary is always true,
But the man of reason hails changes, creates and fight that which he faces.
The path that he chose, to act and know, or to know and act is governed by truth,
For he decided to see that which can be seen, forgetting what else it could have been.
The possibilities that are, all which can be, but bees not, and a form it takes,
And that form can be seen, in definite structures, and all that could have been, men can not see.
But do they know not what other things, might have existed and ruled this world?
That which is not, that which could be are all parts of reality unfurled
But that does not change what it is, for that what is, shall always be,
And all "could have been"s lie in darkness, unseen but known to all who can see
And thus, men walk, move forward, choosing chances for existence's campaign,
Never he says, why he lives, but he lives for his life's gain.
That it is is all that there is, to see, but to know many more exist,
And all of those, coming together, objective reality, for men they consist.

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