Bend Lowly

Lately it has been such a realization of the perils of being upon ego trips, taking journeys taking only me, seeking the vain glory. The quest to get the attention and draw all things toward me. The more I try and gather all, the more it flees and sifts away, turning to empty air in my hands. Like chasing the butterflies and the bees, not waiting for them to settle patiently, running after them, causing a stir. It is such a difficult lesson. The bending lowly, sitting quietly in obscurity.