The wise are in the world but not of it.
Aloof from it all but fully present.
They’re not necessarily engaged.
For engagement is only sometimes good.
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The wise don’t save the world.
It’s not their business: karma is an individual thing.
They save themselves with great striving
And leave the fools to their harvest.
Receiving the wrong help is a trap.
So be careful of giving wrongly too.
Generosity should not breed laziness,
For this is the path to the realms of hell.
Demanding not rights and entitlements,
Receiving only what others want to give.
Gathering wealth through one’s own striving,
Great dynasties and heavens appear in the world.
Beware the poisoned gifts of Empire.
Putting you to sleep is its game.
Soon you will become just another minion.
Unable to to discern key from cage.
When clan is strong, who needs Empire?
Tribal republics work better by far.
Now that of clan we’re ashamed, we’d better get started
At sewing true Dharma into our names.
‘Tis time again to raise our own children,
And support our parents and relatives too,
This is the true purpose of marriage,
Not romance, which breeds delusion.
Wasting not time chasing big money,
For money can’t buy love nor family.
A prey to pride and sensual desire,
See how here only loneliness is free.
Ensuring that when making money,
Honest and diligent through and through,
Consistently virtuous and sufficient in consumption,
Good reputation’s guaranteed.
If you’ve no wealth nor family, how to get started?
Training in love, diligence and virtue are the keys.
Then join with others with the same training
And reforge your lives welcoming imperfection
As the new pioneers of the forgotten frontiers
And selections of the free.