Destiny

Where is this place
some say is all you are
all you can be
where the heart flows of blood
both yours and mine
where children and the aged seem one?

Why is destiny with us always
yet elusively
unseen
unheard
untouched
pending our ready
enduring our will?

How is this state of being
to show itself
when sadness clouds vision
joy seems unearned
glory of the now drifts out of reach?

When will this karma
reveal
become
be known
as nature wishes?

There is a writing on the wall
most long to see
that realm where love
asks not of another
but lives only to be

a breath of truism