Be Ambition-Free, Free to Aspire to Reality!

Be Ambition-Free,

Free to Aspire to Reality!

What insidious ruse!

What mischievous blight!

What gilded misery!

Shameless marauder by day,

ruinous tempter by night!

O cursed ambition,

Vainglory is thy name!

O devious decoy of deception,

parading as the harbinger of success,

thou art the betrayal of contentment.

To the state of true fulfillment

thou art sedition.

O cursed mother of misery,

discontentment is thy babe!

May I be rid of thee,

oh spiritless specter

animating many a zombie.

My I be free!

Free to aspire, free to breathe

upon the path of true love need,

the path whose pilgrim’s heart doth bind

and from ambition blind release,

delivering her to the realm of peace.

What glorious homecoming…

like never before!

What sweet embrace…

forevermore!

Finally naught, nothing left…

no one here…to return home.

Now, what is time?

Here, what is place?

To oneself, most (un)beknownst!

Departed stranger, departed guest,

where hast thou gone… without a trace?

No one remains but The Friend-Host

in One Time, in One Place,

in One Blissful Home of Grace!

All shall perish save The Face

returning Home to Love’s Embrace!