May I choose hope
Your intellect writes your story
With little care that the plotting
Bears little resemblance to reality
Distorting, omitting, and deleting
With swift direction from your
Tendencies and temperament
Forgetting what you don't want
To remember; and remembering
What you don't want to forget
And when you have contracted
Too many ways of losing face
You have little chance of noticing
The true reality of the present
To accept this samskara (संस्कार)
Is to seek the revelation
That releases it instead of
The rumination that reinforces it
You can form balanced expectations
Of what might occur by marshalling
All possibilities that help
And hinder it
To see them all at once, so that the
Stronger possibilities eclipse
The weaker
And so, antagonistically reducing the improbable
