Why Pride?

Why pride in writing a poem?

 I wrote an already written poem.

Why pride in financial gain?

 I earned already earned money.

Why pride in being someone's love?

 I wooed she who was already wooed.

Why pride in conceptual growth?

 I absorbed already absorbed ideas.

Why pride in my depth of prayers?

 I prayed already prayed prayers.

Why pride in helping the needy?

 I merely helped the already helped.

So why do I think I'm "doing"?

 It's the illusion of fragmentation.

So what's a human's accomplishment?

 To be a "willing" vessel for the King's use.

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