I worry and wonder about the world around me. The things that happen and that don't, make me worry about the things I cannot see. I sit, my head turning this way and that way. The bad things capturing my attention, the good things being what I hope will stay. In the end, my life crashes into life's great wall. And all of the things I wrap myself with become the very things that cause my life to stall. So I will choose to be a leaf in the stream. I choose to be a part of the water around me and bathe in the sun's bright reflective gleam. I will not drive myself to this direction or that one. Let the stream of the world just go about it's way; and I will move along, carefree, not becoming undone. There is neither good, nor evil in the world around me. Things merely are what they are just as I am just a leaf; They are not identified until I make a choice and decree. In the stream, I float; I am the stream that surrounds. I do not exist as I float along with no will, untouched, I travel, as the world's occurences abound. Knowing nothing and dying to the self as I go with the stream that is enlightenment that brings a glimpse of Nirvana seeing this, I understand the world is more and less than it may seem.