Celebrating the continuum

Here, for an earth life sojourn, dwelling in mind-body urn, the real is known by touch, on relinquishing thought crutch. Which breath should we hold more dear, as waves rise and disappear, for is not life but a flow, savoured in staid stillness slow? In the rainbow’s light we bask but why not first pause to ask, who we are, what’s life’s purpose; as a clown, in this circus? To this end, if we but bend and an ear to conscience lend, doing nothing, truth is known, of love and light, we all own.