Time is of the essence, what does that mean?

Does it mean I’m running late? Need a change of scene?

Life whirled around me in my much younger years

Distracting me with chaos, calling in my fears.

In this present moment I feel free of the denial

That led me to nothing but shit stacked in a pile

True, time is of the essence but so is gratitude

Each day expressed, it shifts collective attitudes.

Our essence is a jewel mined from deep within

Clear of ancestral patterns, it can tell us how it is

Crack the stubborn shell stretching limbs to divine

We emerge from the dark of a weary, tired mind.

Tricia Schwaba, from the archives