Fettered by the chains of
Uncontrolled desire:
We are slaves
To all
Of existence,
Held subservient
To the things of
Life we all
Desire,
Demand.
Things of life
Fettering us
To yet more
Morbid things
Of life,
Creating our own manacles.

We are slaves –
Toiling –
Bonded to our own
Meniality;
Disgusted by our
Own;
Yet fettering ourselves
To all
Heinous;
Wallowing in our
Own dissatisfaction,
Dissatisfied.
Wallowing saturnine.

Wailing in our
Own malaise;
Crying for freedom
From the bondage
Only our Selves
May release:
For only our Selves
Have imposed.
Misguided but
Guided on a
Wayward path,
Being lead,
But leading us to
Liberation from
Our own desire:
Liberation
From thought.

From our masters
We may take example:
Only from our masters
May we learn
The freedom
Surrendered to
This fettering thought.

This wretched thought.

Only from our masters,
For our masters keep
Us obsequious;
Our masters show us the way.

Pointing to and revealing
Lessons needed
To control freedom;
Exposing ourselves
To learning situations,
At suitable conjunctions
Of time and space,
And condition.
Our masters are good
Masters.
Though they inflict
Us with pain,
The hurt and suffering
Are good.
The hurt and suffering
Can teach us.
The hurt cannot hurt
Us,
No more than a Death
Can free us
Or a God
Can save us.

Our good masters
Want us to grow
Out of these chains,
Free ourselves from pain,
And take proper command
Of our own lives.
For our command
In past
Has not been proper.

Our masters want
Us freed from
This thought fettering,
Impinging
On our rights as
Entities;
Our rights as
Beings;
Our intrinsic rights
As units of intelligence.
Our rights taken away
By our own masters
When in heedless
Abdication of
Our personal freedom
We dived headlong
Into the products
Of our own desire:
This world,
This product,
This life:
All illusion,
All fantasy;
This existence.

Our masters now
Direct us,
If only we as slaves
Would heed
Their caveats.

Yes, our masters are
Good.
For we, unknown to us,
Are the very masters
Fettering ourselves,
The very masters
To whom
We must answer.
The very masters
That enslaved us,
The only masters
That can free us.