The Zizzle That Fizzles When Gripped Too Tight

There once was a Zizzle, so wiggly and bright,
It shimmered and danced in the soft morning light.
It sat in my hand, so happy, so small —
But when I held tighter, it wasn’t there at all!

I squeezed it, I grabbed it, I held it with might,
But the Zizzle just fizzled — it vanished from sight!
I searched high and low, I looked left and right,
Yet the Zizzle had slipped like a dream in the night.

Then a wise old turtle (named Master Wu-Zay)
Watched as I sighed, then chuckled to say:
“The Zizzle’s not lost, it’s just learned to be —
You cannot hold tight what is meant to stay free!

Like ripples on water, like clouds in the sky,
Like laughter that lingers, then whispers goodbye —
The harder you cling, the faster it goes,
But loosen your grip, and see how it flows!”

So I opened my hand and let go of control,
And wouldn’t you know? The Zizzle was whole!
It wiggled, it wobbled, it tickled my skin,
And in that one moment — I let the Tao in.