Dualities have the same fate, ultimate ruin: Poem

Dualities have the same fate, ultimate ruin: Poem

Though bright minds shine, and dull ones seem so plain,

If lust and rage and greed within them burn,

And ego fuels a selfish, fiery reign,

Then little difference can we discern.

The proud, who think themselves above the rest,

Possess a danger more insidious still,

For pride, a silent, deeply hidden pest,

Can subtly poison even strongest will.

The mind, entwined with matter's fleeting show,

Creates illusion, Maya's tempting snare,

A lure of senses, where desires grow,

Entrapping souls in endless, anxious care.

Control your senses, be simple and free,

Then Maya's hold will loosen, let you flee.