Ascetic of Desire

by Zachary A. Horn

I pray neither for
power nor glory
among men.

Riches nor fame
will satisfy
my ambitious heart.

Which perceived
momentarily
reality beyond dreams.

I pray only
for liberation
from this
mundane nightmare.

My awakened soul
no longer entertained
by ephemeral games.

Awake
in the shell
of an unconscious life.

I renounce inwardly
the cage of delusion
built by unconscious desires.

Imprisoned by dreams
I have become
an ascetic of desire.

Praying solely
for liberation
from causality’s
plodding inertia.

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