The sun will shine again,
A new beginning in every end,
Cut the rope, reverent hushed,
Nothing worth having can ever be rushed,
Muddy footprints mark the path,
Intrinsically present, future and past,
Are your tables stable? Do your bridges burn?
Are the horses heroes and from where do you return?
Is the sun heavy, its beams an amulet in your throat?
Do you cut like a dagger weaving it’s way through silver smoke?
As you take an autumn inhalation of iridescent stars,
Crackling navy scarlet moonlit bonfires and guitars,
Trust in the timing of evolution,
May you bravely step to the left and enjoy the revolution.