Taking Responsibility for It All: A Poem

In the mini-library of my mind

at the very top of loaded shelf

there is this label, not very kind

"Why Do You Do It to Yourself!?"

Every single book below it

honoring the mocking label

exposing ego, just to blow it

making mind calm and stable.

All our life is simply a state of mind

exclusively being of our own make

so whatever goodies we fail to find

it's only a result of our own mistake.

We are the only cause and source

measure of all that appears real

with no pride and no remorse

able to replace it or conceal.

Why do we bother ourselves so much

for no one else produces our feelings

our will is far beyond anyone's touch

in all interactions and in all dealings.