Friday, November 2, 2012

for/from David


     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.