Act well without attachment to the fruits of your action.
Uncertainty stretches and relaxes its fingers
moving between fear and choice.
Is everything a balancing act?
A walk on a tightrope?
Take that step and let go.
Open to life’s unfolding.
Weep at the beauty of snow geese rising.
Still yourself in the glory of being.
Trust impermanence like a crumbling Buddha.
Walk both dogs at once.
Rest in uncertainty.
This is what it means to be present.
Is anything more important?