It is extremely hard for one who loves
Precision and details to accept
The lack of curiosity and attention
On behalf of who is oblivious to the beauty

Of it all.

The pride in caring, about others and oneself
Though thoughts words and deeds,
Pondering on ideas, careful interactions
Efficient movements carrying out actions

At one’s best

Not a breath is wasted, not a consideration
Useless, no uttered sound piercing
Like a sword, no evil done, no doings wrong
Not a particle of my essence lost

In absence.

Cause I so much rather be present
Afore life’s each and every marvel and facet
Than expediently seek instant satisfaction
Behind myths of mystic enlightment

Consuming distractions.

Good thoughts, good words, good deeds.

[Featured photo: Faravahar at the Fire Temple in Yazd, Iran]