A Rigid Hold

Why do we bother, the right, the wrong, the best, the worst,
The pleadings to make others know what we stand for.
The expressions practiced over time poured onto stages of pride,
To hide, to abide, the lawless rulers of attachment and detachment,
Having aches of distress over the inauspiciousness of uncalled incidents,
Between a kindred and a hearty one, no limits set from above.

No one is the lamb, the bear or the tiger,
Under a standing of knowledge among two, forgiveness assured.
We move toward, but never away, the chances agreed to figure out its way,
To profuse sweetness in the hot and in the cold,
When the road ends, never tire to come back
And take rest in the well-built heart of a good old friend.