What am I looking at
When my eyes behold
The buds
Of nature?

I have no intentions
On claiming to know
Which way
The wind will blow

What am I looking at
When my third eye beholds
The infants
Of God?

I remember
That I can rejoice
And every day
Re-choice

What am I looking at?
Only you will know
Which way the wind
Will blow

When you blink
Looking into the mystery
Of now
With the future in your face