The Silent Flute

I wish neither to possess,

nor to be possessed.

I no longer covet paradise,

more important, I no longer fear hell.

The medicine for my suffering

I had within me from the very beginning,

But I did not take it.

My ailment came from within myself,

but I did not observe it

until this moment.

Now I see that I will never find the light

unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel,

Consuming myself.