We stand on a threshold of mist,
the past a faint echo, the future a whisper.
Here is the clay we can mold,
shaping potential with our hands,
a constant becoming.
This moment is the crucible,
where the unwritten future holds all possibilities.
An arrow unloosed,
a seed containing a mighty tree,
the dance of radical freedom and responsibility.
Our choices are not made in a void;
they are woven with the threads of memory,
of accumulated wisdom and joyful sorrow.
We release the grip on what was,
and let go of trying to seize what will be.
In the midst of all the noise,
we shift our focus to the tangible.
What is the next best step?
We find peace in uncertainty,
a living prayer of positive change.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”