It does not really count as a favourite poem - I came across it in the box of papers I was sorting last weekend, so it obviously affected me enough to want to clip it
If it is true that our desire
brings misery, if to be human
is to desire, then the only way
is to desire nothing.
If death is the debt we all pay,
how precious the loan of life becomes.
Almost as precious as death.
To have the door slammed on us
by our own hand
is to know the last horror of time.
What e call purity
lives in the eyes of animals.
Reality which strikes us
as a revelation
is always joyous, holy,
and simple as grass.
Philip Callow: Meditation
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