Sieve
The way ahead retreats in fear.
The shortest route feels far too long,
True strength appears as frail and wrong.
Pure hearts seem stained by earthly ties,
Steadfast souls can compromise.
Clarity hides in shadows deep,
And artless art, its secrets keep.
Great love appears as if aloof,
Wisdom dons a childlike proof.
Invisible, he nourishes all,
Unseen, yet answers every call.
The mind, a sieve, filters all things,
What stays or falls, completeness brings.