Hesitation, afraid to say
That which you are not certain to be true
Easier to confirm all past mythology
To take a firm position among a lack of reality
Unable to develop into new situations
Without the fear that longing will return
Or maybe not ever go away
Such is the weight of history and life
All the while knowing
That sitting on the fence
Does not nourish the mind
Or the body, or the spirit, or the sou
Better to be bright as the blue sky
Better to be warm as washing on the line
Therewith to wear the quirky smiles of a lifetime
Brought about by place, by peace, by harmony
Let the love lights then truly enter
With no more thoughts of foreboding
Be joyful for the entrance of passionate play
Fear not for the future of the longer days
Bask in the abstraction of beauty
Hold what you can in your hand and heart
Sure the pains are in no hurry to leave you
Yet they too fall to the rules of impermanence
