PureInsight | March 26, 2006
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The rush of the world
Shall cull a thousand oysters
Just for one single pearl
And the rhetoric of men
Shall ever seek to requite
The many vanities of life
Taking liberty for comfort -
Whether by hook, or by crook,
Or by knife
But a gentleman truly is a servant of life
Finding great in the small -
And the true grail left among rocks
Such a one alone will find rest when the world turns to strife
But if a man has a mind to seek solace
So that he might escape from his pain
Though he seeks not the same as the others -
He still seeks all the same
And though a man rise as he walks on his path
Finds just as soon as he, one desire subdues,
Another fills in the place of the one he just overthrew
Some even so clever as to seem as though,
They have been put down
But when one's guard is later lowered,
Quickly come back around
Yet if he shall have the roar of the ocean settled
Into the most still of ponds
Unmoved must he be without a trace of thought remaining
For the things of this life - or what may lay beyond
And if he keep up, he is bound to succeed
But as sure no success can he find
Without right thoughts in mind
Not wanting, nor prying
No pursuit, and no lust
No single hair stirring,
Not one disturbed speck of dust
Not for Heaven, nor a thought of all there is to be gained
Nor for power, nor money,
Nor desire for fame -
Yet as he stands, and he lives, and he breathes,
He must cultivate himself just the same
