On the field, people come and go.
they bring nothing; everything
that is necessary - already present.
athletic clothes adorned, shoes tied,
goals in place – boundaries identified.

Players, two teams, divided
preparing for chaotic contest.
Object of attention, ball within sight;
it lies near a post, obeying Gravity’s
might. The reason they brought only

Themselves; on the field, the object stays,
its sole purpose for player’s delight.
After contest, they leave as they arrived,
ball at rest, returning to Potential. Nothing
possessed, nothing theirs, when we observe this,

everything is shared.

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