Amid the stampede, rebirth was derived.
“To kill tomorrow, throw the stone today”.
You are! – Do not believe that you arrived,
Just know that you’ve returned. It is okay!
In the collective forgetfulness lies a regret.
All we have is ourselves. – It is the best yet.
We are the myth, the present of a pit past.
We must seek; the due never ceases to ask.
– Cherish the Breeze while on the trapeze.
It does hurt to unbutton the charity fleece.
But – “mi casa, su casa”. Exhale to propel it.
Gift LIFE its petals while it can still smell it.
— Ricardo Sexton