Right This Time
Not all men know, each hour, elapsed since birth
was pre-ordained, and co-signed from the start.
Earthly pursuits, to be of lasting worth
are sought and drawn from Being's deepest heart.
For men to fritter time, hounding booty,
diminishes the earnestness of their
covenant to fill their spirit's duty,
known as Karma, that fate to which they're heir.
The task is to re-pattern how one reads
this world, where virtue is the only goal.
To sow fresh flowers of truth, and pitch the weeds,
both liberates and glorifies one's soul.
Recall, you're of an infinite estate,
beyond these sleepy skies, the stars await!