All the branches of the doctrine
The Enlightened Sage expounded for the sake of wisdom.
Therefore they must cultivate this wisdom
Who wish to have an end of suffering.
A cursory glance discerns acts of folly,
Men and women playing childish games,
Crows chattering over shiny tin foil,
A local gelato of self-aggrandizement.
This suffering runs deep.
No one even knows it's here.
Why would they wish to be free from it?
They don't see impermanence,
They keep moving and keep buying.
They never sit with discontentment
Because they are always distracted.
Days into weeks, weeks into years,
The days a blur and the nights unconscious.
Why talk about conquering fear,
Changing perception, building character?
What sense in acting with generosity,
Love and kindness?
Even a busy fool notices moments of raw discontentment,
Catch one and look deeply into it,
Sit with it, examine it, play with it,
And awakening is possible.
You'll find your wisdom.