I scramble to avoid
The detritus of past mistakes
And sometimes I am buoyed
By successful dodging of their aches.
How does one learn to thrive
In this land of legal but unlawful
That without concern imposes the awful
Struggle of ensuring one’s soul can survive?
I take each day, hand-over-hand,
And climb toward Meaning with each breath.
Ever the urge to understand,
Always the fight against love’s death.
Beyond this seeming battlefield
The matrix from which all Becomes
Will always and with Wisdom yield
Beyond the sum of all our sums.