art source— anon
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
