Wait not for the tides to subside in the ocean
Wait not for the symptoms of old age or wisdom
To knock you with a shock

That life is a phantom
Wait not for the ailments of the heart or head
To obstruct thy search for search of the 'self'
Wait not for the miracle to awaken thy slumber
A spiritual slumber

That sleeps in a dark chamber
Wait not for the desire to dwindle or dry
For mushrooms are they

That know not but growth
Wait not for the pleasure or pain of the life
To kindle thy understanding

For a knowledge of the 'self'
Life is a gift, a holy gift not for gambling
But for realization of self from within.