From A Loop Around The Sun, Vol. 1
(Scroll down ... four verses. An absolute favorite :)

Pimento! More Pie!

I will never again allow myself to feel humiliation,

Or feel enraged surprise at the behavior of my nation,

And I will try to be objective when my ego feels assaulted,

(Though the temple of my vanity is fragile, and high vaulted)

And I detach from corporal pleasures, whose conclusion is forgone;

On every single clock, I read ultima forsan,

But I live on.

So, the destroyers of the earth will nevermore inspire my ire.

And, though the greedy and ambitious press world deep in the mire,

Joy and pain, injustice, suffering, pride, are temporary, fleeting; 

This world is not the world, it’s just a book that we are reading.

Yes, the weak are prey and yes, the strong, more often cruel,  

But truth’s moment is eternal, and in the lotus hides a jewel, 

And fires cool.

We’re not our names, not our bodies, not our lives and not our stations.

We’re not our thoughts, righteous opinions, educations, situations...  

And those for whom this world is just a crucible of hurt,

And those for whom it is a trough of blood, and cash and dirt,

And we, those in the middle, who would help with half a chance,

Are insignificant to mighty Shiva’s dance.

We are the ants!

Eternity, immortal, extemporaneous 

In light, every one of us, a point of consciousness.

Everything that ever happens or has happened, happens now;

Time is the whole, vast field, not the line made by the plow.

And we, all of us deluded, play the roles we chose to try,

So let’s keep our sense of humor before we (change our clothing) die.

Pimento, more pie!