Having to decide,
you realize that Mind is doing your knowing.
You're not misled
by what may look like chance—the dolphin's arc,
the dove's delayed return.
You remember not to talk in the shadow of the truth:
closed petals bud in the unspoken.
There is no gap between
the chooser and the choice.
What Mind foreknows for you
Principle foreordains. . . . Now soundlessly
Truth's perception flows across your face.
You're not mistaken.
Outside, the untroubled leaves
lisp on the summer air. . . . Inside, a strong
decision shapes: the lovely yearning of Yes
blossoms slowly from your stillnesses. . . .
Your voice has the echo of prayer.
Your choice has the fragrance of peace.
