Every blade of grass has it
Even the blooming moss
Something that serves another
With some gain or loss
Each person I fall in love with
Or each one that I despise
If I can step out of the frenzy
They all make me wise
Each moment filled with joy
Or made heavy with pain
Can teach me how to be
With love or disdain
Each high and low of life
Has the power to tell
If I can stand aside and watch
My own heaven and hell
Each breath I take, has it
Without a why or how
For not in the gone or what is to come
My purpose is in the now
Elusive Silence 