The root of all our woe is that we want
And thus pursue whatever we may crave,
If only for a token we can flaunt,
Becoming soon our greedy ego’s slave.
Though this is how most human beings behave,
No differently than creatures in the wild
Whose fierceness leads them to an early grave,
Another path’s revealed, a way more mild.
We come to see that craving has defiled
Our souls, and only that by letting go
Of lack, by which our ego is beguiled,
Can we be filled and lifted up, though low.
Assume then there’s a Providence that gives
What every faithful creature needs who lives.