Humble, Lao Tzu advised, as uncut wood.
Too late for most --
we've already carved ourselves up --
rasped and whittled, notched, embedded,
pasted and papered over ...
to make our shape and image
acceptable to the world --
lovable, respectable ... exceptional!
O! The pain involved now
in the slicing through, the paring down
below the acquired ornamentation,
every cut, by our blade, a further disfigurement;
never to regain the purity
and authenticity of the original grain.
Weather me, Lord! Over the aeons,
down to the essence -- by the elements --
as I cede and acquiesce,
mourn and pray for humility --
not the original, guileless condition --
but, the humility of helplessness and futility,
the inability, in this lifetime, to recover
an innocence so irretrievably lost.
O child of God, return to your original state
by the grace and dharma of the Beloved.