Our perceived selves are like puffs of smoke
attempting to capture solid form.
To substantiate smoke-filled realities
we fiercely keep on puffing.
Despite persistent efforts
the satisfaction of form is never realized.
Smoke endlessly fades into oblivion
making known the futility of puffing.
The weary puffer finally pauses.
The smoke begins to clear.
Now a form emerges
Revealing the puffer behind the puff.
– Jim Strohl