What will happen when…
And where will I be then?
Whirls a blunt instrument of mind
Do I try to not think
But vie for food and drink
And fail to meet the undefined?
Or are the two, bedfellows who
Over-pave my thoughts athunk
No matter what I say or what I do
This gap between sight unseen
And stories told, to me in dream
Find me lost, in will-to-mean
But always still, a hush-like shrill
Severs tie, to materials ill
And echoes lore, from that before:
It speaks of how, not what and when
And disregards all, on which I depend
And leaves Truth behind, with humankind
So what of Life, and what of the Way?
And what is right to think, do and say?
To my surprise, my joy and dismay
The Way is simply, Everyday