Stepping forward as we may, precariously we tread;
unknowing of the slippery slope destined for the path ahead.
The joy, the passion, the wonder, the love;
Ah yes, ah yes… we say yes.
Eternity slips by in the flash of an eye, be warned… some moments are sly.
Time casts her doubt, joy, passion, wonder, love?
Before we know the slope has slipped, truth has gone and we have tripped.
Today we try, and now we see, just how that choice didn’t have to be.
The mirror laughs in mock dismay at what we’ve become from yesterday.
Alas this pain was the pleasure, knowing this we seek our treasure.
The voice is faint yet it’s true, go within the depths of you.
The message clear, we abandon fear, we begin again, releasing what was dear.
Life blossoms fresh, mystical & new, breathing strong from your inner guru.
Love at last, truth inspired, bliss within, your heart acquired.
The mystics voice, full of flair, you send your message to those who care;
Now listen close if you dare...
Gentle children perk up your head, careful never to be mislead;
Stepping forward as we may, precariously we tread…
© 2010 by Daniel Ross (Yogacharya Gowrishankarananda)
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