Stars and planets step down from the sky
Chasing the departed sun
While I contemplate
My own next steps
Then decide to follow
The beacon’s example
And become the light
Choose to rise
Into glorious dawn
Rather than follow the heavens
Into celestial night
The tumble and tumult
The cascade and chaos
All of it is pain
My being rent
By forces
External of choice
Until I realize
The flow of possibilities
Converge on a single channel
Even small choices
Alter my course
Through the rapids
I can navigate
Even the roughest water
Toward the serenity
Of a gentle flow
There is some beauty in this
The discovery of peace in turmoil
Once was a time
The path seemed
Straight and narrow
Far as my eyes could see
Entered a doubt
A fear
Indecision
Possibility compounded
Upon improbability
Chaotic grid of no means forward
So stop
Reconsider
Unwind the improbable
Evaluate the possible
Quell the fear and doubt
Make a choice
Then another
Build upon choices
Until trust defines a path
In the infinity of moments passing
Before a moment could be noticed
What choice was there but to be
Though such was not a choice
In the next infinity of moments passing
Before a moment could be valued
What choice was there to be good
What choice was there to be evil
So I wonder if
Somehow
The more we choose to value
The less we choose to be
The more good and evil we create
Out of the nothingness of being
Which preceded time
Now, you can call that irony, or juxtaposition, and maybe the person who painted it there was thinking that way too.
But…
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