Thought comes with “maybe” and “perhaps”,
As if to say that there’s a choice.
But all such words are merely traps;
In truth, life speaks with but one voice.

Thought wants to know each in and out –
Each bend and fork that’s up ahead –
But that’s the way to endless doubt,
But life’s the truth of now, instead.

Doubt doesn’t even cross its mind.
(Life doesn’t have a mind to cross.)
So leave all trace of thought behind,
And life shall make up for your “loss”.

Meet soul redemption’s meagre price,
And walk in fields of paradise.

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