Possession is poison

Possessions we have but “what do we own?”
Things to surround us, things to touch
Beautiful and sometimes useful too
A home, a car, a circle of friends
A trophy wife, at least a woman who says yes!
A wealthy man, fit and handsome who likes to cook!
Two stereo types that don’t fit the world
Though the world spins on and on

Ask the questions
“What do we own?”
“What do we really possess?”

Western greed pushes us
Towards financial wealth
the list of wants
Perceived as desperate needs
Ghandi had it down pat
The difference blurred
Between real needs and greed,
Possessiveness and acquisition

But ask the questions again
“What do we own?”
“What do we really possess?”

Perhaps nothing but our thoughts?
Possessiveness poisons clarity
Freedom comes in letting go
A journeys end beginning to be reached
To let loose - to understand
There is nothing to own
Only temporary caring and stewardship
Every one similar in uniqueness
All are born to live life and then pass on
To a life after life
We are all on our way
Are we really in possession of ourselves?
Or are we all one slowly
Joining our individuality

Is this nonsense?
Do we just die?
Dust to dust “there, there darling” a sigh
A fire, ashes to ashes, a puff and its gone

I certainly wonder what it is all about
How about you?