Your only chance
We crave choice having not asked
for birth or death; choosing not the realm
into which we are tossed
and must so inelegantly depart.
Left out of the big choices
we covet the petty ones,
gather them to our breasts,
refuse to share power
real or imagined and rankle
under the yoke of necessity.
Only self chooses, if choices are made,
choosing itself over and over
while all the genuine Masters
point to renunciation and surrender.
O child of God, your only chance at freedom
is the unremitting commitment to become a slave.