A 20 year-old boy, passing by.
Watching the ants crawl, the birds soar
With straight spine, a proper posture
Maintained, breathing soft and slender
Fingers gracefully holding the wind
Savoring the firm ground in every step
The leaves sway, the people come
There's the old and young, cats and dogs
Pay no attention, allow no distraction
A good breathe is all you need
To take a step or to hold still
Decide something or do nothing
Tis' the purpose, meaning, or whatever
I have seen it all, and it doesn't matter
Or what the spirit has said
To meditate is my favorite training
Watching the universe is my hobby
Delicate and gentle in every step
Neither struggling nor fighting
Without any emotion nor thought
Not a single me but I am
This is the path of a Cultivator
Having seen the human condition
Mapped the socio-cultural impacts
Completely unified all spiritual beliefs
Nothing left to do, but to evolve
A class upgrade deemed necessary
From a sage to Cultivator
Hence, I am
This illusion of freedom and happiness
Hopes and dreams, shine and fade
A socio-cultural, emotional, bondage
Like a pendulum, back and forth
Swayed by the slightest disturbance
For nature has a fun way of balancing
Violently swinging ten thousand times
Til all ripples come to still
They'll be fine, I respect their choice
No need for any place to belong
For everything belongs to nature
No need to find a place to stay
For the entire earth is my home
If suffering becomes necessary
Let it be done, offering my blood
When the shift is finally over
Let the eyes be closed, time to return
Because I am a Cultivator
A Cultivator is someone who trains their mind, body, and spirit to return to their original nature where they can reach enlightenment, immortality, and true happiness.
There are three things necessary to become a Cultivator: