To You, My Friend, For Hope

To You, My Friend, For Hope


Glazed eyes gazed upon forgotten days, dazed, as Truth spoke plainly from the Soul of that Place, "You've sacrificed yourself too many times, many ways. Far too many times to remember that Place. Now to this place, you fall, altogether unfazed. Wake. Wake from the haze of a life set ablaze." I know, they reply. And they do, really do. Feel condemned to the fate of all they've come to.

You see. Look at them. Searching. They're searching. For some thing, desperately seeking a thing. That thing, some thing, which cannot be found

SCREAM

And now your Heart cries out to Help them, O! Help them! They're lost...

Drop breadcrumbs to backtrack along their path at a cost, think this time must surely be unlike the last, but alas, alas, never ever was their path to be your path to pass. Backward—not an option. Forward—their adoption—of a new way of doing, a mental renewing.

Perhaps one day their flower should bloom, and the Light of the World will flush out the gloom. All the bees will then flock to the flower, fair maiden, and welcome her back into joy, less than laden.

So should you stumble, stay, not still. El camino presents itself—a way and a will. That you should then step with Courage again. Move. Stand tall—a Triumphant win.

Be free now, my friend. Live without and within. My friend, my friend, my long-lostest friend
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—One love


(Eric Bowman)