Things happen at their own pace,
Why do you ask yourself, why it happened?
Neither you know nor I.
Who knows, we are in a story or
the story is within us.
Sometimes it seems incomplete.
So, write what you know and
leave the rest.
Life is like a rain shower,
Collect some of it, let the rest
flow away.
Are we a drop in the sea?
or are we the sea itself?
is it predictable in the lines
of our palms? Or does life
dance to our tunes.?
Are we smart enough to understand it?
or it is wiser not to?
Alighting on buds, like a butterfly,
Let it settle here, flit around there.
is it a little more than we need,
or, always a little less than we
desire?
Who knows, we are in a story or
the story is within us.
RED FLAMES OF ACKNOWLEDGEMENT 