Oh, those Chapter Twenty lines!
Those ancient Lao Tzu syllables!
For I
Other people have ambition and desire.
My only desire is to never be tortured by desire!
Other folk find value in industry and imagination.
I just want to sit and watch,
A small roof,
A little garden, the postman,
And much time.
Why am I so persecuted?
No other heeds the mysteries,
They only hear the voices of their
Dearly dead ancestors saying
"You must!"
"If you don't it will be a waste of your life!!"
But True Nature never allows waste.
Even the rotten and the damned,
Nourish the groundswell of honest love.
Even waste is not waste.
Waste is the birthplace of the ten thousand things
And everybody hates it.
This is a problem.
We are all trying to grow flowers
On the dry slab of ambition.
-Jeremiah Griswold
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