Beats Me

It beats me,

and the beat goes on,

but I'm not beaten.

This world is not a place

I'd rather be, but what choice 

do any of us beings have?

I am subsumed by causes

and conditions beyond my

control in a changing time

(not progressing or evolving 

as far as we know or can see).

A mystery can't be known.

For all of us that don't believe 

in a myth it's rather disconcerting.

For those that do believe, it's like

they close their eyes on the edge 

of a cliff, the abyss that underlines

uncertainty.

All is not lost, nothing ever is,

the cosmic quantum mind, the

Akashic record, remembers,

like Santa Claus, all our deeds,

not what we think but what we do.

It's the waiting that gets me,

not seeing what's next or what's left,

the tectonic movement of events

beyond control or even understanding.

We'll know in retrospect, if even we survive.

There will be casualties, as there always are.

Basic goodness always arises, it's our nature.

One day is enough, if we take the time to see.