Consistent synchronicity
slicing thru my psyche
it’s a silly symphony
significant serendipity
melt away the material
Live in the ethereal
the spirits always hear you well
never fear the tears that fell
there’s something weird quiet like a spell
that cleans a way clear as a bell
a storied path that’s meant to tell
every individual
that the choice we make
heaven or hell
just depends
on where you stand
and to be a human mind
is to align with the wise
and learn that balanced forces
eventually, inform us
that all that we believe
we were meant to achieve
might not but be what we need
Maybe what we need
is to simply learn to be
our greatest pursuit
is for calm and quiet truth
so meditate on this
our fates blow in the wind
and where those winds will go
no ones sacred soul may know
but blow oh yes they shall
from breeze to squalor or storm
for only one thing stays the same
change, the only norm