Graciously sharing his gifts with worthies
who obey his command
bring pride and honor to his insignia
his grace is not afar.
Uncouth suffer desertion
withering away day and night
looking for mercy
chained to their deeds
karmic lessons are hard to heal.
Calmness and complete surrender
breaks the shackles that bind us
tormented by senses
that slave our mind.
Like a fugitive in exile
we wander door to door
wishing for a miracle
a seeker gains insight
whilst a self consumed imbecile
succumbs to contempt.
My Maker is Precious
priceless is his name
fortune favors only a few.
Unfathomed is his greatness
His benediction can’t be appraised
time to wake up from our slumber
our days are but numbered
making gratitude our best ally
a fortuitous path will be paved.