Heavy the clouds that sit over high
Lifted the rain but sky remains gray
Bubbles of thought that come under sway.
Drifting then caught, repressed with a sigh.
Action unfurled, as questions ask why
Tomorrow’s promise flows from today.
Sequences, patterns, all comes that may,
Expressions, impressions, emotional cry.
Separated from nature within
As our planet still slowly does spin.
Not ignorant of her children’s woes,
Seeking to guide a path where light shows
Out of the darkness, into life’s flow.
Remembering, in lak’ech ala k’in.