Too many men content themselves with small
unchallenged lives, like little fish at play,
and dreading depth as if it were a wall.
Don't fall for this. Lean attention here may
retard the spirit's quest for means more prime.
And you, at close of life, might wish you had
spent less on piddling things, and paid more time
considering eternity a tad.
By chasing wealth and pleasure, men grow blind.
A seeking soul interprets the mundane
in sacred ways. This, tendered to the mind
in peeks, make self-adventuring germane
to genuine advance of spirit's growth,
thus granting means to fill one's karmic oath.
Of life and death; both are one and the same,
A man must see himself God. That's the game!