March on Timeline
On the timeline of life’s path
As fast as a deer
And slow like a snail’s move,
Quiet noise of self
Stirred out into the bowl of peace,
Churned into a buttery compassion
Brave heart stumbles into a wish
Where peace and love be
Found wrapped up in a humble fold.
It is March, another addition to my life’s
Existence. Today I need to hold on the
Path I have chosen to share happiness
To the world at large.
So is my choice to march on at any pace given to me.