He stood at a crossroad,
Where his reaction
At that moment
To the precarious situation,
Would decide the course
Of his life.
His instinct would
Make him do that
Which is predetermined,
But, something held
His usual response
This time.
Perhaps, an instant of satori,
A trice submerged in ponderation,
Had detained his action,
And brought an insight,
A realization.
While, such an outcome,
Out of his muse,
Is a revelation,
But, even before that,
Musing in itself was the
The greatest alteration, he made,
To the course of his life.
He allowed a gap between
The perception of situation,
And, the reaction to it,
Without submitting to
His forceful urges,
Without succumbing
To his habitual action,
Without taking a
Call from his fears
And prejudices.
A flash of pure inquiry
Spoke to him what it should,
But, he’d come back to himself
From that unusual moment
Of truth.
I don’t know
If he had the courage
To act as per the insight,
Or, he yielded to his habit,
As always,
And, ignored what was right.
But, for once,
He found himself
In an unusual trepidation,
With a strange choice.
And, his reaction,
In the situation,
Sealed his course of life,
For that cross-road, at least.
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