THREE VICES

Three vices, three foes

Treat them all, and suffering goes

They delude and distort every thought

Pollute the mind and make you rot

“I”, “Me” and “Mine” is their name

Rid them off and you’ll be sane

“I” the Ego, I the beast

Lurks behind, all thoughts and deeds

I is power, I is smart

I is the one that heeds not  

I is great and I will win

I is the pride before fall sets in

I am the foe and I am the vice

Love only is I’s  demise

Next is Me, the poor little Me

For Me is helpless

And Me’s in pain

Me soaks up sorrow 

Me feeds on pain

Me drowns in self pity

Me worries in vain

Me’s the foe and Me’s the vice

Compassion only is Me’s demise

Last is Mine and Only Mine

For Mine is selfish

Mine doesn’t care

Mine drowns in craving                          

Mine is never fair

Mine is the foe, Mine is the vice

Mine must go: the final vice

Three vices, three foes

Treat them all, and suffering goes

I, Me and Mine is their name

Rid them off and you’ll be sane

Knowing this is enlightenment

If not suffering and entanglement

Three vices, three foes

Treat them all, and suffering goes