Dear Defilements

The sleeping serpents so vicious
You have been fed …aeons of lives
You strike when I’m weak
And retreat satisfied
Lying dormant
Feeding on greed
Bloating with pride.

Virtue is the way to make you thin
Little by little
Restraining the sense doors
Not giving in to every whim and whine.

You may protest
I may stumble
Even topple me
But only temporarily
I will rise again
Because I know you now
It’s better than being otherwise.

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