By Maya Green
No matter how oft, you walk the same road,
You’ll only be doing in once, for that trod;
For each walk is unique to that moment,
Each walk done, is vested to the moment.
See the wonders, as they occur around you,
But don’t own them — just feel the artistry;
Moving through, and be silent, in pure awe,
And be a part, at one with the symphony.
On the soul’s leave, or till the final Return,
Either way, both are about the given turn;
Where the arriving is to your Divine Lord
The Master of Soul, One who is your God.
Dateline:
9:03 AM
August 12, 2024
MCity, KL
