The Tao of Abba
The weather is engulfed in mystery
So too our breathing cells our nerve endings
Our time our space our frail philosophy
We are awash in partial renderings
We do not know why life starts then is done
Or why some bodies last and others fail
Tsunamis cyclones fires their courses run
But final reasons lie beyond the pale
We cannot prove existence beyond proof
But we can know Abba with one small breath
And if we see our lives as Abba’s school
We face things better even sin and death
What’s worse a lethal storm or human hate
Say neither accept both but not as fate
Life is the sum of all we co-create
Wrapped in the mystery we celebrate
To have Abba at hand is mindfulness
To have Abba always is to work through
We are not here to strive for saintliness
To look within with mindfulness will do
