The Perfection of Giving
He, who sees things - wisdom saw,
How living beings remain so poor,
Holding onto grains of sand,
No bird in bush, no bird in hand.
Saving for that rainy day,
The miser never gives away,
And in the clutching never has,
In giving's cause; the act whereas.
To go against our fear of loss,
The sharing of the coins we toss.
And letting go is coming back,
Relinquishing will never lack.
The secret to our wealth is give,
To go beyond the life we live.
We cannot take it when we die,
This karmic gift in truth provides.