MOANING CAME FROM OWNING

Trustees in life don't experience sorrow

They don't own anything so sorrow cannot follow

Everything of this world is easy come, easy go

Things come to them and when it's time to go, then that's the natural flow

Nothing stays forever it's just meant to visit

They'll never say "I'm keeping this , for this is exquisite"

They never try to own anything or own anyone

Even the body they are using will one day be gone

The soul marches on to continue its present state

A crying new born baby that created its fate

For what's mine is mine will one day become what's yours is mine

Predators of life never feel fine

Enough is a feast but for them it's never enough

Their insecurity is met with surrounding themselves with a lot of stuff

For the fear of loss always follows them around to burst their bubble

When gross things own your mind, you're really in trouble

My this , my that and all that myness

It looked an addition but was really a minus

What would the world be like if attachment were no more

Natural happiness would be coming knock on your door

They thought God was attached and had His favourites

Mans false concepts he taught and has to pay for it

For his gain today will be his loss tomorrow

Ownership promises happiness but only delivers sorrow

We're just trustees but set ourselves up as owners

The end is always the same, a world of moaners

A trustee doesn't have to run after money or status

It comes naturally like servers and waiters

The ones that use the facilities are separate to the facilities we use

To think they're mine is use and abuse

You may think this is just a poem about life

But if you take it on board, you will end life's strife

It's something to be worked on that will change any off mood

We came as visitors without a bad attitude

And all those suicides due to loss or not getting what they desired

Would no longer happen if they were just rewired

Nothing is mine, not even this mortal coil

Nothing to be fearful about or make the blood boil

And all those expectations and our demanding natures could be put to bed

Clouds of worry and despair no longer in the head

They say that peace is a state of mind

It's the result of a mind that carries on blind

As a child we felt so rich when we had a pound

Now we work for a mansion, but happiness will not be found

For it chasing happiness away, can't you see

We have everything when nothing can become a part of me

For everything you own becomes a part of you

It's just an illusion that can never be true

For though it may be yours on paper

It is virtues raper and their chief cremator

The more they own, the more they stress

They go after more and increase their unrest

You buy an elephant you have to feed it

The flames of desire destroy a stable mind, and they don't even need it.