Humbled By Love 

The mind can only forever be humbled
It can only continuously shed what it believes it knows with such conviction
Once it sees that all conclusions must produce their opposites in time, 
It stops seeking for anything that is not already present
In a way,
It slowly sees through its own layers of believing that completion and bliss can ever be lost
If finds nothing new thankfully
It finally ends the search
Nothing new is found because nothing was ever lacking
There is only gentleness which is enormous without knowing its enormity
There is the bird that flies without knowing how
The tree that grows from a tiny seed And a wholeness which is immeasurable
As the grasping and waiting dissolves, simplicity shines as eternity As love