About the unknown, I have a teacher called Love,
Love is flying like a free dove,
I treasure the protection Love gifts me from above,
The Unknown may be more than stuff,
Embracing the Mysterious can sometimes be rough,
Frustrating my needs for autonomy like some handcuff.
Just being open to the outcome is enough.
Any act of love is on some blockchain.
Its record would never wax or wane,
Any act of compassion is never in vain,
May compassion run through my vein.
