Only absolute truth,
Once born,
One day have to leave.
The date, time, place
And mode may be hidden, but
Truth shall make us free to
Concentrate in living.
Explore unfettered by the constraints
Of figuring out what’s going to happen,
Because the answer is already known.
So engage vigorously in living,
Every day, every moment.
Will be confronted with challenges,
At times seemingly unsurmountable,
but the path only moves forward.
In the barren deserts of past participles,
No flower blooms.
Nothing happens there, except
A sense of gloom and doom.
Can do only what can do,
What’s not in our hands, why bother?
Move forward, move forward.
Life not going to stop for you.
Fleeting Muse 