How burdensome to be
the slave of personhood,
to worry, to plan and plan,
to believe one is on one’s own,
to believe one’s but a woman or man.
How burdensome – to calculate
the risks of loss and gain,
how limited to be the ping-pong ball
of an imagined future and past,
to be the trembling shadow
that time cannot help but cast…
How burdensome, how repetitive.
There may be a simpler, lighter way.
A generosity that burns
free of imagined returns,
free of anticipation (of pleasure or pain),
of possible loss or gain –
generosity that burns pure, alone,
is like a heartfelt beautiful verse
that’s attractive to the universe.
No need for much planning –
as if plans don’t often fail,
as if fulfillment doesn’t often pale
in the face of expectation…
Generosity – and less planning – will do,
incentive enough for the abundance
of the universe to follow you.
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