Burning with quenchless thirst to be hastily "first"
While the mighty Wind relentlessly blowing
Over rocky grounds, thirsty lands
Verdant soils, potent seeds ceaselessly sowing,
Undying riches abiding in Grand Hands
While reckless spender refuses veracious growing.
Rights unwise, splendor of Love is not declaring,
Keenly welcoming the finery of service flaring,
The purest elation born from self-forgetting -
Lucid sign of the luxury of love begetting,
Bravery of sacrifice and self-denial is bearing,
Those magnificent garments insistently wearing.
While the evil one allures with perils of ambition -
The wrecker of grandeur of valor and honesty,
Falsely pledging to eyes untrained, still obtusely willing
Life frictionless, painless and hugely thrilling,
The lavish Hand invites to Feast on wholesome erudition
The banquet of unsurpassed fulfillment, glorious fruition...
To take delivery
Of this Light revealing
Relapse into silence
For love is not merely a feeling -
To take in this Gloriole endearing
In unbendable willing...
In self-serving commotion
Consigning to oblivion that
Comes to be ruin perpetual...
The pernicious bane, unfathomable...
The food unsavory, inedible...
Still, skies blue are convivial
Omnipresent and hospitable
Though often invisible...
The insatiable thirst
To be loftily "first"
The icon of rapacity,
Step by step famished
By toxic audacity,
Robotized by jazzed up jobbery
And unblushing robbery,
A covering to conceal
Though moving fast
Is still dead last!