Desire and aversion
“This will be my last life”, the monk exclaimed,
“I’ll not be coming back to earth again.”
Such words but speak of tempests not yet tamed,
defeated by life, bound to ego’s chain,
viewing God’s gift of life with marked disdain.
Aversion is in fact worse than desire,
fears best consigned to the funeral pyre,
easily done if we dwell in monk mode,
there being no object which we aspire,
dwelling in peace, tranquil heart our abode.
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