There’s something to be said
for doing the right thing,
even for the wrong reasons.

Reasons are about becoming, a work in progress,
as doing is about living, a lifetime process,
both fully where
and when
and why
and what
and how we are
each day following disembodied wandering rights
of sometimes restless,
other times restful
dreams,
recreations,
playtimes more cooperative
than competitive,

And nightmares
about doing the wrong thing
for economic and politically
left-brain thought to be correct reasons,
natural and right-brain spiritual,

Seeking paradise adventures
engaging health-embodied relationships
communing with reasons
felt more right
than anthro-elitist wrong,

Inviting something,
perhaps to be loudly said,
often to remain silently fed
but discretely unsaid,
while doing healthy things
for complex wrong and right wealthier reasons,
seasons,
compassions,
communions.

Yet, within this LeftBrain dominant ego
remains something deductively unfinishable,
some warm accompaniment unsaid,
not identifiable
assignable
for doing right things
with reasons of robust resonant intentions
to ride this creative tensioned cusp,
that sacred tipping secular point,
in-between not not wrong alternatives,

And know
this timeless ineffable advent
is sufficiently resilient adventure.