The world will never give to me

The stability that I require;

It is too much thinking

The next moment is

The fine creation it will sire,

And how it can with like minds

Toward their own good now conspire

Apart from what is best,

The Divine Will.


While I am looking outside

At what I think is such a gift

And have no mind or heart

To look within

To mend the rift,

But rather want the life I find

My precious spirit here to lift

By any means

That can the hours or minutes fill.


Nothing must be our most reasonable expectation,

Poverty the finest attribute to hold,

Purity the mind to find the right intention,

Obedience to keep us nicely in the fold.

2013.04.16.0830 ©

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