I only ask the gods to grant me
I only ask the gods to grant me
That I nothing of them. Happiness is a burden,
Good Fortune a yoke,
Both bespeaking to secure a state,
Not composed or discomposed, I’d calmly live
Beyond that state in which men take
To sorrows and to joys
My gesture that destroys
My gesture that destroys
The hill of ants
The ants might think’s inflicted by some godly being
But I do not take myself to be divine.
And so perhaps the gods,
Whether they are or not,
Simply because they’re greater than we
Are taken for our gods.
Where ever the truth may lie,
May we each avoid
Full faith, perhaps unfounded
In those we do believe are gods.
Myriad Ways 