IMAGINE: NO POSSESSIONS

 

 John Lennon should have sat down

and had a long talk with his Rolls Royce.

 

Saint John of the Cross once said

it matters not whether a sparrow is bound

by a cord or by a slender thread--

he is bound anyway.

 

I sit here in the house I supposedly own,

and imagine the possessionlessnesss of a Saint.

 

But the real bondage is that which flows from within,

to the six spheres of sense.

 

It is not the fault of the air

that it cannot be grasped by the clenched fist.

 

Every road has to begin somewhere.

Every destination was once only a Thought.

 

Let us realize at the outset

that there is not even Self to own,

and that a little leaven

will one day leaven the whole loaf.