Daily I watch the tendrils of craving
which all too often plague my mind.
I am practicing the means of paving
the leaving of these things behind.
My identity, a length of iron chain
wrapped around me as a tether.
May it never again cause me such pain!
My goal: to sever this fetter.
So convincing is the Dhamma he taught!
Such liberation is not fake.
While the bonds of becoming remain taute,
mindfully, certainly t’will break.
Pure by means of confession; without fault,
never having reason to hide.
Until all defilement comes to a halt,
must always relinquish all pride.
All things set aside, entering the stream,
now my strongest aspiration.
Fighting the high-tide, a recurring theme,
until final maturation.
Strive earnestly, friends. Be well.