When there’s a decision to make, Or a choice to choose, And you have neither opinion, Nor judgment, Nor desire For one thing over the other;
When both choices have equal value, And either one is perfect, To your thinking . . .
What do you call that state of consciousness? That nonexistence of preference? That degree of impartiality?
“I don’t care” seems to be a ruthless response, and not really true, Because we do care—but in a universal manner.
So, in this material dimension, where choices and decisions exist by default, In what language do we convey our love, our appreciation, and our gratitude For everything,
