Be at peace and tread softly on the delicate egg shells,
There is more than enough time to boldly blunder on,
Let the waters lap at your feet as the tide swells,
You have no power over the waves, you are not the moon or the sun.
Let the winds tussle your hair as they will,
Do not interfere with their soft caresses,
The maelstrom is not yours to command.
You have no say on which face the breeze blesses.
Accept that the earth will move beneath your feet,
Accept that all mountains will crumble to dust,
Accept that all things will run their own course complete,
Accept your faithful observance, because you must.
And as the cliffs fall and your toes touch the oceans,
And the moon rakes the waters across Earth's face,
Accept that you only have the slightest of notions,
Of all life's beauty and grace.