Charred
and
left
to decay
the past
breaks
us
apart
leaving
fertile
ground
for
renewal.

Past
Present
Future
Intercede
Connect
Who I
Was
Made me who
I am
Who I will
Become
There are no
Mistakes
Every thing serves a
Purpose
Every Moment
Every Detail
Every Choice
Every Action
Made
Today
Born of the
Past
Will lead
to the
Future

In the palm of my hand
I held the sun
a burning orb that warmed my soul.

In the realm of sleep
I held the moon
touched the stars
and saw the heavens.

In the wistful wake
I gave it all back
released it to the sky
clinging no longer selfishly
to that which is a miracle.

Through time and space
All things are relative
a flowing circle
of energy
Immense and charged
Glowing with emotion
Love Hate Pain Strife
All things are relative
They all relate
One flows into the other
and back again