Conflicted at a crossroad, across the desert and driest land,
Where time moves through glass like falling sand.
Time can run out, falling to its fate below.
So before you blow out the candle,
Or send the dandelion seeds out for a gentle ride,
Floating along the soft, lazy air…
Know that whatever you create can take you there
For if you move with your deepest integrity
The fog in your forests will clear
Allowing for much clarity.
And aside from the obvious gaps and disparity
Between those who have and those who do not
Know that the hurt we all carry is not easily forgotten.