White box rise

                                        As I walk among the trees, on this       

                                                 White Box  rise, I realise, that with all the

                   days I have lived in my life,   these trees   have   spent

                           the same  amount of days, passing time as if it were  no more

             than a butterfly   landing on a   leaf, or that  same  leaf     detaching   

      and drifting   with the occasional   breeze. To   these  trees, our calendar means

 nothing. There     is  no  ‘too early’,    no  ‘too late’,        no winning,   no losing, no                 

     expectations,       no comparisons.    If we  rose as       White Box             rise,

            purely              from our              motives and          sheer desire     for     

               love, and      peace, and             happiness,           would we then

                   reach the    canopy of            enlightenment?      Because

                              beyond time, this               moment is   forever,

                                     forever is  now.             And now, as I

                                           continue walking,   I can feel

                                                      my soul rise like a

                                                        White Box, to a

  place where

   the illusion

 is lost,  and I  am

 Present. Whole. Timeless.

                                        As I walk among the trees, on this       

                                                 White Box  rise, I realise, that with all the

                   days I have lived in my life,   these trees   have   spent

                           the same  amount of days, passing time as if it were  no more

             than a butterfly   landing on a   leaf, or that  same  leaf     detaching   

      and drifting   with the occasional   breeze. To   these  trees, our calendar means

 nothing. There     is  no  ‘too early’,    no  ‘too late’,        no winning,   no losing, no                 

     expectations,       no comparisons.    If we  rose as       White Box             rise,

            purely              from our              motives and          sheer desire     for     

               love, and      peace, and             happiness,           would we then

                   reach the    canopy of            enlightenment?      Because

                              beyond time, this               moment is   forever,

                                     forever is  now.             And now, as I

                                           continue walking,   I can feel

                                                      my soul rise like a

                                                        White Box, to a

  _{place where}

   the illusion

 _{is lost,  and I  am}

 Present. Whole. Timeless.

                                        As I walk among the trees, on this       

                                                 White Box  rise, I realise, that with all the

                   days I have lived in my life,   these trees   have   spent

                           the same  amount of days, passing time as if it were  no more

             than a butterfly   landing on a   leaf, or that  same  leaf     detaching   

      and drifting   with the occasional   breeze. To   these  trees, our calendar means

 nothing. There     is  no  ‘too early’,    no  ‘too late’,        no winning,   no losing, no                 

     expectations,       no comparisons.    If we  rose as       White Box             rise,

            purely              from our              motives and          sheer desire     for     

               love, and      peace, and             happiness,           would we then

                   reach the    canopy of            enlightenment?      Because

                              beyond time, this               moment is   forever,

                                     forever is  now.             And now, as I

                                           continue walking,   I can feel

                                                      my soul rise like a

                                                        White Box, to a

  place where

   the illusion

      is lost,  and I  am

 Present. Whole. Timeless.