IMPATIENCE

EGOTISM is a stale bundle of thought,
Breathe fresh air, or by stagnation get caught.
Impish impatience makes the tummy squirm,
Inside there burrows some hard wired worm.

Instead of welcoming whate'er God wills,
One fills the belly with discordant ills.
It would be wiser just to abide in peace,
And bask in the Self of blissful ease.

A man wished to cross the road in a rush,
Keen to greet his oncoming sweet wife,
He nearly got killed by a motor bus,
Be late now, not early in the next life.

Impatience is a waste of strength and time,
Much better, 'be still' in the heart sublime.