The Beggar


Kick me good and leave me here,
I best a lowly beggar be;
the gateway to the tower of life,
it opens not for me.

No alms, no rice, no charity;
I have no bowl, I have no flask,
I only sit and all I ask
is that you kick me as you pass.

Whatever lies inside me
And that which might pervade me
the boots of warriors of the way
might free me from this beggar’s state–

So kick at me with all your might
If you should see me on the street;
you’ll know me from my absent heart
you’ll see me sitting