Attached To The Master

From my hands I hold onto such a gratefulness.
I am blessed to have a mind to define my success,
In terms I can only confess...
As accepting my life as a gift.
And not an animated object obsessed to obtain,
The creature comforts of possessions that tempt...
And corrupt with delusion.

I will not reject them if earned or given.
But my consciousness does identifies,
The emptiness of time wasting sessions...
Wishing for things and not a peace of mind,
Only a comprehension brings when attached...
To The Master.
Who IS and HAS my ALL.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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