Pray, do you, as man or woman of the Earth
Need so much money to live as you wish to
Do you need to amass to such an extent
That your assets overflow
And your bank balance explodes?
Why, when this world simply wishes to see us awaken
When this world simply wishes us to fly over its flowers
As butterflies do, pining and thirsting for nectar
Pray, of what use is amassing tons of materialistic wealth
When, in the very end,
We are to leave everything behind
While we step up on the stairway of Existence
To follow our fated destiny!
Having too much of greed remains the dark cloud looming over us
It hinders our happiness
And preys upon us, like a mighty dragon
Seeking solely to thrust upon us,
Its dreary fire, bringing about our own fall!
Nearly half of the problems of this world
Arise out of the need to have, to own, to possess,
So as to be accepted by the rest of the lot
Yet, even if our aim and our meaning remain blurred
We are to remember that our bodies are not even ours
Our names are illusory and are meant to be shed off
When the calling for our soul is heard!
Pray, when such is so
Why run after the impossible
Why seek its false pleasures
Why wear out your innocent heart?
Live, yes, live,
Live as butterflies do
Caring solely to immerse yourself in the fragrance of flowers
Live as moths do
Caring solely to drown yourself in the blinding light
Live as water does
Free and fluid but flowing always where it is meant to
Live as air does
Carefree and of good use to all human beings
Live as the sun does
Warm and much needed for survival
Live, with the joy of it
And let others live as well!