You don’t know you are a unit of all the rules of life.
Is the entire interweaving of the world not an open zero,
an infinite free line for all?
But as long as it runs behind you,
you are its prisoner.
The path from all contents
does not demand anything from you,
you are the only source of demands
and convulsive clinging for something that is not.
When you realize this,
you, traveller, will rest
and never look back.
