Look around you, life bristles with confidence,
Life forms gesture certainty of movement, all
As perceived to be, or there be no progress.
Flies and bees never hesitate, except
To decide, to sustain surety of purpose;
And on set courses, the animals and fish.
Where then arises talk of the ‘true path’
As if natural guidance that sustains the world
Even of stars and planets, were flawed?
As if where the true path leads to makes of
Nature’s assured directions a blind end,
The paradox privy only to a man?
The confidence of nature is what fuels
The world, but like an ambitious parent sees its
Child wooed by the truth that eludes its cycles.