In the stuper of every day thinking
Subsides the need of learning.
The words that go unsaid,
The thoughts that are unheard, unfelt.

All will make sense in the end.
The acceptance, the hope.

It matters, the constant feeling,
But not the persistent thought.
What goes before, not what
Needs to come. And all that,
which steers the worldly.

The more that is put off,
The less that needs putting off.

The light that is unseen.
The focus that is the being.