The king of eye muscle surgery reins Although my eye wound weeps and complains, He has helped me see one Therefore, I cannot be glum So I'll kick my heels up and count my gains.
I used to think, Joy was the absence of sadness; Of fear, suffering, and Fault. But now, I see joy as Embracing pleasures in the pain; The simple and sublime, The now and not yet.
Life is not a race, To be run, but grace. To be lived and embraced. Savoured. Satisfied. Looked back on, Cherished. However long, or short, However hard, and things re-taught, Life is to be lived; completely, Reflectively, Lovingly.
What am I beyond my industry? Are we not building another Babel? We babble on beyond comprehension, big-noting ourselves into oblivion, in an attempt to reclaim the lost, Our lost selves... Could the career path lead us back to ourselves? Beyond ourselves? To our true selves? To be selfless, seeing others in loving kindness?
I was really sick But not anymore. I'm just tired, Tired of playing small. I don't know how to be Confident But that's all I wish for. I keep trying, And trying, But I stumble back And fall. How can I change? And stand tall, Be not shameful But Live fully and give it my all!