It’s clearer now, the veil grows thin,
The blocks to truth lie deep within—
Greed that grasps and hate that burns,
And blind delusion, which never learns.  

The mind reacts, it pulls, it sways,
Chasing peace in endless ways.
Aversion pushes life away,
While craving begs for it to stay.

As I turned my gaze inward, I began to realize that we are perpetually engaged in dressing up our lives. This “dressing up” takes many forms—excitement, fear, joy, and sorrow—but at its core, it revolves around the self: “I,” “me,” “mine.”