To the rainbow haloed in transience
Existence itself is epiphany
Born to rejoice in their impermanence
Butterflies accept their scant destiny.
No flower scurries in quest of fragrance
Fish do not go in pursuit of the sea,
Nature is sure nothing is happenstance
Flawless, the cosmos is as meant to be.
Veiled in each moment is eternity
Not in the hereafter; attain it now.
Where is the divine? Here, in you and me
In veneration, let us to it bow.
In the here and now is deliverance
Why then do we welter in ignorance?
