Store nuts when the season is right, See your shadow to know for sure; Your young are born alive, Unsure yet of how to live. Opacity always lives next door Reptilian shadow interrupting Diogenic reverie Coexistence as translucence? Or as oil to water? Pyrrhic victory is a cup of coffee Paired with a goal. Truce is a nap And well-intentioned dreams. Look at the time Are you conscious of the passage? Or do you spread out on a stone Soaking up the sun. Feed the snake and the wolf And you'll have an iguana and a dolphin. Precision as your principle? Love as your way of life.