Chance brought your wisdom to me ,
When I needed it so urgently,
On the days that I searched, in vain for guidance that seemed too far,
Yet in a library , a book for me , along with those for my children's read...
I took the small book, consolation, I scanned for meaning to my life ,
Words were bound within, my thoughts were hushed ,in chains,
Mind aswirl in soot , calm a mirage yet...
The monk's words soothed, to calm - direction my secret.
Slowly to calm ,to seek a path beyond the chaos surrounds ,
To meditate, to my soul sustenance , to words meaning,
To place beyond me , to the whole , to life form in formless state,
All to chance , some call it fate ,
All life , all chance moments ,
I await for comforting serene moments it brings,
Hope , love , this day, tomorrow, all different facets of the same ,
Peace ,a brief look into time and oneness ...
The universe, time , all merge , all , moves while still into stillness,
To the mind, to life, moments measuring time in this known space....
(poem by -- PC-3, 01/22/2022)
