as we fail to live in the present.
we say don’t complain,
and yet fail to listen and learn.
we teeter on the brink
as we insist we are the pinnacle.
we stand on the nose,
ignorant that we are the thumb
that makes the rude gestures to the Gods we ourselves create
for our faults.
Oh Great Mystery – hold us all gently in your big sea,
as we learn to swim together.