The Wisdom of Now
To sin is to miss the mark
The target, the point of existence
The Centre to which we direct
Our entire Purpose of Life
Too soon or too late
Defects turn into virtues.
Who can understand our given Fate,
The twists and turns of haphazard random?
Let me just hang in the Wisdom of Now
Trusting the feeling, intuition of Being,
Daring to fly and venture within
Extending the ripples of seismic stirring
