Preparations for Emergence

I think that as we wonder what we think we of where we ought to wander,

A certain thrill of participating sadness and redirecting gladness fades away.

Our tendency to reflect upon multitudes of minutia we are too careful not to squander,

And the efforts to overgeneralize the chaos of our human Fray...

Holding fast to what we hope to find as we unwind our consciences and fringes

Deciding where we need to go as our stories react, retract, create, rearrange, and singes...

Our Fortunes and our Plans redefine what we can do to participate...

Sidewise slanting, death unchanted, past amerleiorate.

I think at last, the things that last are not what we can see and touch,

But that which resonates and re-creates a pattern painted with history's echo.

We can try not to think or to feel too much,

But we revolve, resolve, evolve, and grow into what we can learn to let go.