I am not so proud,
That I cannot stumble,
Look back, and laugh out loud.
It is these very missteps,
That offer wisdom, and keep us humble.

When the choices are gone,
All of that tortuous tumult inside,
Begins to creep toward calm.
Weakness exposed and flaunted,
What IS, makes you stronger,
Then IS becomes EXACTLY what you wanted.

What is bright stays bright,
And the dark still arrives at night,
Days of all kinds come and go,
Smoothly riding on the flow,
Knowing somehow, things will work out just right.