There must be allowance,
To become as is necessary
For one’s will to be done.
Guiding each spoken word,
Vibrating its sound power,
In every verbal exchange.
The mind when calmed
Can be better controlled,
And ignites with its focus,
At that extremely delicate point
Where thoughts become things,
Caution is naturally required.
All activities begin and end,
Just outside the womb
Of where doing is conceived.
Each moments intricate balance,
Is determined by immediate responses,
Acceptance, or delayed gratification.
Perpetually going in cycles,
For all that is possible in truth,
And love and simpler satisfaction.
Where the origins of the best self,
Perceived in time touched hearts,
Is still open to interpretation.