This fragile train of life in this body,
Hurtling towards demise as it is born,
Problems, solutions, dreams, fears,
Success, failure, ups and downs
Are stations on the way.
Alas! no one knows the route the train will take,
Even when you push the train in directions you want,
Don’t strain, don’t rush, let the train go,
Where It wants it to go.
Do the best you can and live in the now,
Forgetting stations gone and stations to come
The lush landscape then beckons
Time stands still…the train moves….
Life and death become One…all the Divine.