Therapy Bits

Soon it will be too late

All of your chances will have run out

The sun that shone will fade away

Leaving only shadows

As drying pools of rain reflect passing clouds

In the dying light

Then

The long and tangled pathway you traveled

That wound its way

Through a darkened wood

Will be understood

And even as you stand knee deep

In that brilliant wilderness

Your heart will finally understand

The wisdom all your mixed up thinking

Obscured before

As the thundering reality of your ancient heart beat

Marks itself in time with the passing storm

That is clearing the way forward

For your next

Revolution