Grace in the Now
The sun, the giver, rises slow,
Its golden truth begins to flow.
The water, quiet, carries time—
A silent chant, a sacred rhyme.
I sit within this moving grace,
The boat—my path, this life—my place.
Let not the waves seep through the side,
For ego sinks what soul must ride.
A lotus blooms, so still, so high,
Unmoved beneath the tainted sky.
It loves, yet clings to none at all—
Rooted deep, yet heeds the call.
No need for praise, no need for name,
This now, this breath, is all the flame.
Observe. Surrender. Let it be—
Shānti within, the only key.
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