Simple being

Wanting nothing

Grace of God sufficed;

Knowing that which is Eternal

From the empty passing life;

You and I, confusion’s sinners

When we find ourselves in strife;

What becomes too complex for the humble soul.

Senses calling endlessly

Disturbing inner peace;

Turning what is child of God

To what ourselves can please;

Fighting any thought of suffering,

Dying, sickness or disease;

We become the shadow

Which from the light the body stole.

Man too human

Lost at sea

Without an inner rudder

No longer speaks in Spirit flowing

But stammers, stalls and stutters.

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