Today we ride

What is asked of me, you,

In this time of hope and

Despair and dull edged blade

Sawing its way through the

Gristle of life, gruesome,

Pulling away that which need not

Or crippling that which could?

How to step forth into that

World we wish to see without

The trap of action for action's

Sake, movement to avoid that

Grief of sitting with what needs

Be, activity to put aside the

Fear that we know not now?

I don't know, I don't

Know what, where, how and

When. Why is covered, the

More beautiful world wants to

Be born, calls for all who can

To birth it, to be bathed in the

Love of living for one another.

And so the question becomes,

How to birth that which will

Be born, and the answer is

Something like living in flow,

Letting that innate, guided truing

Of Spirit to move through you

Working you and your divine gifts.

My mind reckons that's a pretty

Shit answer. My mind wants it

Laid out. Do this, follow that,

Avoid these ones, apply yourself

Here. Bring this specific gift in

That particular way and you

Are thus a good boy, and yet...

And yet, it seems there is no more 

Good Boy, seems we are in new 

Lands, lands wild and unseemly,

Lands maudlin and delightful with a

Horde galloping down hills surrounding

Whopping, crying and calling, for today,

Today we ride into a new world.