Many a soul has been offended by my thoughts, but with them, I have no power to hurt.
I have no power, and unfortunately, no influence, so why all the commotion, I wonder.
To add to my misfortune, my thoughts tend to pass by and be carried away by the wind. They never seem to find refuge inside of somebody’s soul.
All the changes that could have come as a consequence, they too evaporate and disappear,
just like a delicate scent that you picked up along your way, early in the morning, that by nighttime, becomes clouded by much more exciting and enticing things.
Such a misfortune, to have access to all the wonders of the universe, with no one wanting to hear them.
With no one wanting to join you while you walk through moments, using them as portals.
Such a misfortune, but I will have to let my thoughts go.
I will have to hope they make their way and anchor themselves somewhere beyond, or maybe, in a less troubled soul.
Spirit of Tara 