Song

In between thoughts,
the knowing hides;
on its waves,
serenity rides….

Angst and fear only serve to distract
while love fuels the instinct to act.

When from our thinking,
we disengage,
we’re able to access
our innermost Sage.

Ego consumes us with worry;
wisdom and faith never hurry.

Inspiration abounds
in musical sounds,
formed by the notes
of a melody that floats
to the ears of the poet,
who knows it as song.

What is written is right;
worry views it as wrong.

On flowers of trust,
birds of instinct alight.

A beautiful sight
of this earthly plane
never will rust
in the rain.