The bulrushes are whispering 
Of secret things to come 
I hear their murmurs when I pause 
In life’s frenzied thrum 

Their words are indecipherable 
Like runes on ancient walls 
I know that I will understand 
After their prophecy befalls 

Still, I try this once to see
Through the hazy veil of time 
To prepare myself in ways that are
Ephemeral, sublime 

Everything happens when it must
Not sooner nor delayed
The murmurs become clearer as
We journey on, the sages say

But I try to circumvent 
What nature has prescribed:
A time and place for everything 
A cosmic order to all life

My mind rebels as I reach out 
To visions beyond the glass 
Willing a rip in space and time 
To see things not yet come to pass 

But the bulrushes keep whispering 
Their murmurs wafting on the breeze 
I know that when I’m ready
Then their secrets they’ll release.