There is nothing I need to know
No teaching I might recite
Or philosophy I can master
To understand this moment
For the moment has its own wisdom
And is constantly teaching itself
Of its own truth
The flowers do not question
The reason they exist
Instead, they dance before the wind
And lift their petals to the sun
And bloom
Their cheeks flush with color
But we humans
Dissect the moment
And displace the magic
Interrupt the poetry of the stillness
In order to define
Our so-called role
In this wonderful human carnival
How much better it would seem
To let the wind be our guide
And instinct warm our hearts
Not t master the moment
But let the moment master us