Immaterial Life

I had once asked you,

"how do you keep on

giving and giving,

and asking nothing in return?"

And what you said was,

"Darling,

let me tell you something.

A joy I used to think,

getting all material things.

collecting and hoarding

all sorts of trinkets,

yet my rhythm for hunger,

never abated.

One eve I went out,

so bothered by this

gnawing persistency,

and gave my most precious prize away.

Thought to have lost my mind,

I almost asked for it back,

but the joy I found,

the smile I saw,

a single virtuous purity came upon me,

and at last,

I could be at rest,

be content."