Our destiny programs our movement toward inner freedom,
Slogging or jogging along, as the case may be.
But can we call this a movement of non-resistance,
A path of gratitude, come what may?
And when do we get free of ego-mind's designs,
Free to invite a grace that streamlines our way?
Perhaps when we tire of half-hearted dreaming,
And long for forgotten truth beyond imagination's bounds.
