Absenting ourselves from presence in this life
Glued onto the pictures in our minds
It neither matters if we wish for strife
Or whether they fill needs of better kind.
We know that wish fulfilment comes in dreams
And also in our fantasies by day
When 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 go slow, so minds can shift
To waste our days in suffering or false pleasure
Will lose for us this vital, vivid treasure
How my heart sings 