The tiger chasing me is not real.
The fear I am fleeing so well is imaginary.
There is actually no danger.
The palace I strain for so nobly is not real.
My ambitions are a distraction.
There is no treasure there.
My fears and ambitions drive me,
push and pull, before and behind,
yet they are so small, so small!
How puny my will is compared to yours.
How weak must I become to gain
the infinite strength of your will?
Give me courage to stand still in what is real,
to empty myself of my fears and desires
and be guided instead by your delight.
September 17, 2019