Hour after hour, day After day we try To grasp the Ungraspable, pinpoint The Unpredicatable. Flowers Wither when touched, ice Suddenly cracks beneath our feet. Vainly We try to track birdflight through the sky trace Dumb fish through deep water, try to anticipate the earned smile the soft Reward, even Try to grasp our own lives. But life Slips through our fingers Like snow. Life Cannot belong to us. We Belong to life. Life is King Life is King, Sangharakshita