daily i am astonished
by life’s stream of sparkling color
its fiery suns and blushing flowers
the purity of the sky’s blue
a taste of fruit in lucid dreams
and each stark hour uncluttered
carrying but its own destiny
offering me– breathless, speechless–
a kaleidoscope of choices
each claiming infinity’s grasp
but i call not any moment mine
nor withered memories I clutch
neither plan nor chart future joys
each pulse but guides me to the next
and gently i remain astonished
But i wonder if the choices finally balance out and lead to the already written destiny ?