We look for forms,
Not the formless.
We run after people,
Not the emotions we felt.
We associate with the bodies,
Not the energies inside.
Those who are mortal and limited too,
Will come and go; appear and disappear though.
And the limitless, formlessly true,
Never moves an inch, stays with you.
It’s the immobile vast ether, in which we reside,
Yet we forget the Formless from where all forms arise.
Just use the senses that are formless too,
To see and feel the persistent,
The only one that is true.