Even at your best and noblest
You want to get to something
To health, to revelation, to divinity
And this getting to gets you nowhere
As you try, you prevent

You can cease your futile endeavours
Of directing energies of thought
And action directed by thought

Cease making sense of reality when
Your reality is sensually limited and
To directly experience reality
Through active participation

Cease making sense of thought
By seeking to direct its flow and
Freely explore its possibilities while
Anticipating its pleasant surprises

For every thought, sensation,
And perception waits to be
Acknowledged by you and
Returned to its source

And if you listen carefully
All these things
Aggressively, gently,
Impatiently, or sweetly
Importune you to do
What you must do