In the unrealized destiny
one's future awaits...
make mine one with everything!

A minuet of thirteen breaths
in a moment, in a minutes
continuity is valued
for at least peace
and a bit of liberty
giving rise to multiplicity

applying towards possibilities
unlocking the future.
And this minuet is life eternal
played to sustain All life on Earth.
Your dog, your cat, that mosquito smashed
They will all see you in heaven
if you wish it.

Through diligence and hardwork
the field plowed blooms to harvest.
Not every seed will sprout
nor every fruition kept.
But this is why we plant acres
with more than one farmer
in more than one country
on more than one planet
It is the nature of spreading ones bets.

Even in emptiness
one's future awaits,
make mine one with everything!
With a bit of liberty,
the field plowed blooms to harvest.