Count your precious seconds

Stop! Count your precious seconds, those tiny sparkling gems.
Do you not see, they are your possessions, from whence your colored petals stem.
Stop! It’s time to intervene, set alight the oil-lamp of life.
Reflect in the glory of its beam; sharpen your thoughts like the edge of a knife.
As surely as the moon and sun, their silver and yellow will exchange,
Your days and nights are creeping on, each one you mindlessly estrange.
Without good nourishment of Mind, the cells of Body start to wither.
We think of nature, so unkind, when disease-blown breezes make us shiver.
The horses gallop with no reigns, when we lose our grip on life.
Rub away those old rust stains, and eat from the bowl of meditative rice.