It’s the stillness that we observe
Because we feel intolerance of waiting
We bounce like a ball, one silliness to another
Not unlike a series of romantic interludes
While rafting in white waters
We can be swept from one swirl to another
Racing the heart perilously close to scare
Before finding a sweet flow of comfort.
We fall silent once more
Attend to the present
Embracing the moment
We arrive at reality.
We mistake our will, it’s power, as savior to attainment
Once ignorant we discover achievement, knowledge
We forget limits to our powerful striving
Little miracles carry us over the last hurdle.
Every step carries a gift of gratitude
Every step an act of praise
Where all our bewilderment come from
Where we bring our final homage.