04-29-2013, 11:01 AM
Discerning friction at my finger tips,
I know the pleasure of our touch will go
astray, to wend its way until it slips
from out between our skins, as heat does blow
to atmosphere from tea, while melting snow
grows warm to meet the same degree as it.
From this to this we go and grieve the flow
of life -- and strain our minds so lacking wit.
But minds need not be born as pain, but sit
as freed convict well fed by godly guard.
Asura kings need only see it’s fit
to lay aside their greed. It’s not so hard,
escaping painful agitation here:
just cease to grasp all feelings passing near.
I know the pleasure of our touch will go
astray, to wend its way until it slips
from out between our skins, as heat does blow
to atmosphere from tea, while melting snow
grows warm to meet the same degree as it.
From this to this we go and grieve the flow
of life -- and strain our minds so lacking wit.
But minds need not be born as pain, but sit
as freed convict well fed by godly guard.
Asura kings need only see it’s fit
to lay aside their greed. It’s not so hard,
escaping painful agitation here:
just cease to grasp all feelings passing near.