Night falls, upon tired shoulders
she plods toward what she does not know
her body exhausted, she questions her flow
"Is intention without forcing a way enough?"
as always, the Universe responds
dutifully, lovlingly.
"You don't have to know how, Cara,"
she recalls the wise words of an other.
For, in the end, it doesn't matter
there's a story that has already been written
destiny unfolding according to divine, perfect order
there is no choice here
no actions items to take, no pushing against the current
there is only steps forward,
one foot in front of the other,
gently treading renewed ground
silent strides across tired sidewalks
she walks, her warm heart beating loudly
her vibrant spirit expansive
her soul mates here, now,
together they flow, forward.
