Does not seem poetic. Hope Harry accepts this post 🙂
A wisdom found
Among stripes of three
Of captivating evolution
Yet made on same skin
Strike deep chords of thought
One:
Doubting the very existence
Questioning by ‘why’
Two:
Judging the kind of existence
Concluding by ‘what’
No longer captured
By reasons of existence
Having accepted them
Three:
Finding the ways things exist
Observing by ‘how’
No longer interested
On rigid characteristics
Having accepted them
Accepted that all possess
The same blood, sweat and tear
Three echelons, spiritual
Of growth in life
Steps of maturation
Three turning points
Moments evolve
Colored by shades
Of light beaming through
As rivers, merge
Into the same ocean
An ocean of acceptance
Poet's Corner 