In a primordial forest an old owl suggests

Something to be heard by the woodland guests

There is much wisdom in always being present

Ready to receive nature’s secrets with given consent

Putting aside the paradox of constant distraction

While remaining receptive to the interaction

Moving beyond the constraints of society’s repression

Onward and upward toward radical self expression

Breathing in each moment just to again breath out

Finding our own certainty that removes traces of doubt

No longer missing beauty drowned out in the cacophony

That too often passes in the world as a needed symphony

Life unfolds in this unit of measure we call the present

It can only be squandered in fragments with our own consent