Will

Is it worth it,
Worth it all,
Daily,
Etc
Life
The devil's in the detail,
And detail rule my mind,
Breathe, meditate, westernised as mindfulness,
Like alcoholic, retard, old words some remain,
Find your middle amongst new words for pain,
Borders, war, Muslim and hate,
White, power,
Terrorist, oh give over love.. The ones speaking and shaming are shame on themselves.
 
Trust your heart.
 
It's the last thing you say goodbye to,
That final goodbye,  
But know your soul,
One split end needs conditioning,
More than others.  Time will tell.
 
So what is your stamp,
 
You taught, you think and therefore you are
 
Shakespeare,
Russel,
 
Or Fankl
 
“Man is not fully conditioned and determined but rather determines himself whether he gives in to conditions or stands up to them. In other words, man is ultimately self-determining. Man does not simply exist but always decides what his existence will be, what he will become in the next moment.”
 
Apply that twice a week.  
 
Listen to ornate hum, touch a tree or relax when time is under or over run,  
Be kind, gentle, they just are on their path too,  
 
Did you know yesterday what you Preach as truth?  
 
Acknowlgment is fickle if you're blind,  
Seeing is understanding,  
more so said the wisest man who never opened his eyes,  
And a protest grew,  
Sat alongside, holding your hand or hers
As you know now blind the eternal glory,  
The sounds it wasn't blind for,  
The sounds it wasn't blind to.  
 
You see the devil's in the detail,  
And the details rule my mind,  
 
But I don't have to live to see nor hear it,  
Like you it's felt inside.