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
Thoughts and feelings kept inside, No one knows, and none can steal. But when they flow to words outside, All can know and all can feel.
When words transform to actions bold, You experience, and all bear witness. Yet when thoughts, words, and deeds don’t hold, Hollow becomes the self’s own fitness.
Be congruent, align in stride, Be the one on life’s joy ride. For life’s journey is not to miss, Each moment’s a chance for bliss.
