She stays behind, yet always leads, A turtle whose shell holds all she needs. Where she stands, a home is made, Neither behind nor ahead—simply unafraid.
In step with time, with grace she moves, In harmony with all, her quiet groove. Walking this path, to be with you, The journey of my life, guided by you.
The truth is here, before our eyes, Right under our noses, where it lies. So simple, every child sees it clear, Yet, as mother said, it’s deeper the farther. Where is the way to the Way? A question we ponder, come what may.
Gentle breezes whisper soft, Cyclones roar with might aloft. After the fierce winds blow away, Quiet fills each open space, Leaves in stillness, cease their sway. Have you seen such quivering grace what does it do to your belief in race
