No I don’t want to have control
And then struggle to play and roll
It will be in the arms of greed
That I will be tossed to and fro.
I’m not awake all these times
To act out a script that’s not my own
To have power over an empty nothing
It will be greed and end in suffering.
I only know that whatever comes
Be it pain, breath or the sun
I will let go…. all of them
And let that Dhamma do the rest.