When we absent ourselves from presence in this life
When we dwell more on the pictures in our minds
It neither matters if they feed our wish for strife
Or whether they fill needs of better kinds.
We know that wish fulfilment comes in dreams
And also in our fantasies by day
And anxious worry fills our mind with schemes
Guilt and shame impede us from our play.
Creative thought requires the loss of self,
And needs our empty soil to plant its gifts
So throw out selfish fancies for this wealth
We#ll let ourselves be slow so mind can shift
To waste our days in suffering or false pleasure
Will lose for us this vital, priceless treasure