What is to be, from now to then,
enlightening queries seekers pursue to know. Yet truth only revealing itself to the very few who in spite shortcomings take on the journey.
Honour, love, achievement not easily earned by one swing but a million. One step forward undoubtedly leaving one behind. Sacrifices undertaken for the prosperity of the soul.
Abiding peace we wish to clasp. A feather hard as rock carried on our backs, tracked through the span of life. This weight should not be perceived as a curse by a helper to aid and refine our search.
As blades of grass sway, as leaves rustle and as birds sing, we ponder. Whispers of the wind tell us what is to be, from now to then and so we listen.