Our acts are little buds
Of prayer, aspirations at times
Without dedication
Our faith is a slow runner
On time’s thin Dance of God
Our deeds are bound
Arriving shockingly late
The karma is our satisfaction-distribution
Of portions of Eternity
Everything we do has consequence
On ourselves, on others, on the world
The ethics of being alive
Is lost in the drudgery & survival
I need three things desperately:
An ancient heart, to keep me simple
A modern arm, to keep me progressive
And an ultra-modern eye
To keep me with the perspective
Of the future, for I yearn
For actions that surrender totally to life.
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Wuji Seshat 