Destiny roars in
like a free, roving
lion
wander...wandering
wandering and wandering

We sometimes get lost
on the gray misted
walkway...
dim and shadowy,
wandering and wandering...

But then,
Somewhere peeping up
a light appears
yellow love,
pure bright light
leading a trail of
bright images,
pink lilacs,
dark red mums,
orange roses...

As the yellow
breathes into us
we breathe out
an image of peace,
white babies breath -
crowning us with joy
as we become whole
temples carrying our
destiny, our light and
our love...