In a secret alliance with time, greed pleases
Until that partnership is brought to a dead stop
A timeless essence, contentment, it can be found
On the variegated tree of the mind
Seeds and fruits of contentment are scattered
By winds of a different pursuit
Greed usurps the body, to its end
The contented seek neither heaven nor earth
They wish to be free, knowing fully the weight of that burden
A mind swept by greed makes room for none
Touched by contentment, it is suddenly open to all
Both attract guests, one from the finite and the other from the infinite
