Reaching up to her leg is the die hard's victory

Nailing down the spirit of flexibility is true joy

The compulsion to react seeds the world to come

Emptiness of ideas is a moment's lesson

Something is always reaching down to transform your future

Love of superstition gets you hemmed in

Awe flows downward opening seeds

The middle way is the purpose of joy in the coming moments

Superstition is folly in the flow of enduring joy

Spirit of life is in every purpose