Did I fulfill what I had to, here, on earth? <br />I was a guest in a house under white clouds <br />Where rivers flow and grasses renew themselves. <br />So what if I were called, if I was hardly aware. <br />The next time early I would search for wisdom. <br />I would not pretend I could be just like the others: <br />Only evil and suffering come from that. <br />Renouncing, I would choose the fate of obedience. <br />I would suppress my wolf's eye and greedy throat. <br />A resident of some cloister floating in the air <br />With a view on the cities glowing below, <br />Or onto a stream, a bridge and old cedars, <br />I would give myself to one task only. <br />Which then, however, could not be accomplished<br /><br />Czeslaw Milosz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-more-contradiction/
