The sense of the wrong we did
is a constant distraction
to commit ourselves
in the mystery of the present moment.
Do not turn your back to the mystery.
Mystery is real.
(This was published by me in Micropoet under the name of my beloved mother Genova Maaa who passed away at the young age of 38. I published for a long time under this second name. i write to keep her memory alive as long as i live) .