As I trudge along the dullery of life
Securing my belongings and my fief
I transform to become something more
Each day whether on a desert or by the bay.
As I see no beauty or no fascination
In a magpie's call, or no renunciation
In a flat monk's hall, As all I sought as special
Falls low on the scale I sight no dolphin nary a whale.
As life comes calling with the same mundane chores
I seek little but a broad vision I hold,
Making my way through the drudgery and dullery
I become happier, lovelier and more secure.
No comments:
Post a Comment