I will now bow to pain of struggle
And, too, to those who wish me harm
In solitary mindness I will not buttress
Myself against the wrong
For the might required is wasted
And misdirected
This is not why I am given energy;
To waste foolishly
On that for which I am not destined
But only passing by
Let wind be wind
Let those of us who sinned be sinned
Let sky be sky
Let those of us who celebrate, never wonder why
And with all of this in view
I bow to the Divine in you
