The Witness

Suppose that I relinquish self-control,
Resolve instead to witness what I say
And do; accept that I will sometimes stray
With moods allowed to swing from pole to pole.
Perhaps I had in mind a conscious goal,
But underneath some motivations may
Be lurking; I allow them voice, and pray
That what I learn can help to make me whole.

More Daoist than Confucian, I will trust
The destiny that speaks through me. I must
Remain alert — that is my one-point plan.
The Universe is doing all it can.
I know that if I think too much, I’ll botch it;
But I can trust my gut, and I can watch it.