The myopia of the soul: A poem 

Is it judicious to have preoccupying over-sized goals? 

To let the frantic ambitions of the body and mind take hold? 

When wanting of abundance becomes our sole motive 

Forgetting altruism altogether for selfish prerogatives 

When wants exceed needs one may have to resort to beggary 

Or what is worse, one may have to deign to reckless thuggery 

Can we escape the fact that self-indulgence and avarice are winless? 

That desires beget added desires in a seemingly endless abyss 

We would do well to rid ourselves of this intemperate hapless rot 

For in being stoic and non-acquisitive we indeed gain a lot   

True happiness is in sublimely and proudly accepting what we’ve got 

And not ridiculously and shamelessly objectifying what we have not 

For it is our souls that are rendered base when greed takes over 

It is our umbilical cord with Godhood that we thus recklessly sever 

In paradise it is the wealth of bliss that rules not money and power 

What use are riches when insuperable death is the greatest leveler