My neck has grown long from all the longings—
Grasping at the wind of desire
With a thirst, never to be quenched
My longings have grown fatter
And I’ve become thinner

I’ve grown even thinner
With each satisfied longing
The new becomes old
And vanishes into nothingness

These material gains—
Like grasping at straws
Breaking, shattering
With the force of desire
And by the flame of same desire,
The world is set ablaze.