You cannot see tomorrow with the eyes of yesterday.
You cannot hear the future’s sound with ears that hear today.
You cannot smell unopened blooms nor taste the coming fruit.
You cannot touch the dew of dawn nor guess your next pursuit.
Try not to guess your hidden fate nor fear a painful death –
The passage to the quiet zone where we relinquish breath.
Try only to imagine that the life that lies ahead
Is a fresh continuation of the journey of past dead.
Those who passed before us have opened up the way
To seek a clearer vision that we humans need today,
To trod a crooked pathway that’s harmoniously shared
By folks enjoying happiness with those who really cared.
Whatever way you spend your life and trudge the dusty soil
And seek reward for being here and weathering the toil,
You must be chosen for this role among six billion souls
To test the complex, bold design that clever Chaos molds,
To realize that why we’re here is not to groan and wail –
To whine, complain, and bitch about how hard it is to sail
Against the current of our own resistance to what’s planned
By infinite intelligence that guides the “unseen hand.”
We’ll never know from where we came, nor how we landed here,
Nor what’s in store, nor why we came, nor what there is to fear.
The only clue that we exist is found in our awareness
That we’re inside, looking out, contemplating stillness.
We must begin to understand we don’t “man” the controls;
We don’t select our parents, our country, or our goals.
We can’t perceive the universe with modern human tools,
Nor calculate the size it has with telescopic rules.
It’s only with humility that we can find success
In limiting our arrogance and unconstrained excess.
For once we see what can’t be seen, we end our lengthy quest:
To know for sure that as we hope is just the way we’re blest.
