I weep for those who are in fear, in pain,
for those who are angry or in blame.
I weep for those who work hard day and night,
trying to fill a bucket with a hole in it.
I weep for the parents, caring for kids
who never appreciate or thank them.
I weep for those who think they have to struggle,
argue and fight to get by in this world,
for those who lie and deceive to earn their daily bread.
I weep for those who cannot hear the enlightened Sage,
for those trapped by this awful age.
I weep for those who asked me for the answer
and when I gave it to them, rejected me.
I weep for those who rot in prisons without walls
made of their own thoughts, and think they’re free.
I weep for those who fill their emptiness
with food, drugs, sex and other addictions.
I weep for those foolish passionate boys
who fill the neighborhood with noise.
I weep for those constrained by form,
who cannot think beyond the norm.
I weep for those so blinded by desire,
they cannot see anything higher.
And I weep for the clerics, priests and monks
drunk with obstinacy, pride and hate.
I weep for those who don’t know they are sick,
who suffer but cannot stop to heal.
I weep for those whose hearts are made of sharpened steel.
I weep for those who think the cure is to end it all,
not knowing that life goes on beyond the pall.
I weep for those around me who suffer,
but no one can help because they can’t hear from a brother.
I weep for your pain.
I weep for your suffering.
I weep for your blindness.
I weep for your ignorance.
I weep for your weakness.
And most of all I weep for those who pass before me
thinking I am just like them, so ordinary.
Not recognizing the golden opportunity
to learn the one small thing that sets us free.