Posted by: Upāsaka | 04/20/2019


Intoxicated with youth,

How long until you hide my weak and wrinkled skin in shame?

Fooled again by the coming of Spring,

How many seasons will I pass in ignorance?

When will I learn not to heed the sirens’ call and instead guard my meager gains?

There is naught but birth, aging and death to be found in this ever-turning wheel of samsara.

When will I develop the wisdom to put it all down and give up hope that there is happiness to be gained in the pursuit of pleasure?

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