Beyond The Will Poem by Neran Sati

I didn't come out live by force or will, but out of love
or maybe, zeal. And all best that ever happened to me
came just alike - some would say by chance, I recon
scarce, but as upon a child - through the heart gate,
it stance, leaning upon the bravery of curious mind,
and a gut feels - rather than plan or eager will.

For what's been achieved by force - that pure of will -
often pays back with pain, ruined, and remorse. So please,
don't push, don't persuade around pulling power strings!
Little knock as well may do, were the fruits of moment ripe for you. Thus stay prepared, eyes open wide - don't lose
your chance - it precious time, a godly dance, or if preferred,

of the cosmic parade, the shiny fair. Above horizon - beyond the will, your luck's blooming over its resonant soul - if sound
the soil - polluted not by malice, neither else's views nor wishes spoil'. Be patient, let your heart stay long in peace!
Thy thoughts - bow' not before the holy grail - still,
the lucky hour may avail - called by reason, it niece.