Will I As Man Survive?

With an unclouded eye to go within

And sound the deepest fathoms of the soul,

Leave the past behind and truly see

What lies still hidden in the cavern space

That holds the untold vastness of the self,

This exercise attempted now I find

Persisting in me a host of small desires,

Resistant to the necessary change

As the edifice of sorrow I have built,

Limited mind that clings to old ideas,

A body hardly conscious of the goal,

A heart that falters on the fiery road,

A being ignorant of bliss who lives

Circumferenced in its small bays of self.

How then have I been chosen for this path?

I clearly see my offering is flawed,

My will a flotsam on the tides of time.

Humbly then, assessing surface form

Accepting that my progress counts for nil,

An impoverished representative of life,

All it sorrows, all its joys seem mine.

I cannot shake the dust of centuries

From this bodily nature I now possess.

Increasing is the evolution's speed,

I cannot see beyond my present fate

Or glimpse the future's possibilities.

Will I as man survive or be replaced?