True My Eye

I am not the form I occupy nor
the mind stalking me.
                                    Knowing
should inspire me to better care
for the ground I tread and the
treasure I touch, should suffice
to justify bold abandonment of
hoarding, spur dispassion for the
frond of lust tickling every quarter.

True my eye and keep it squared,
focused on the one fact that matters,
in whose name pray we all.