Transcendence is a hell of a ride.
All of what was yesterday doesn’t matter,
all of what is today has its roots in ‘some time ago’.
All of what will vanish meant the world to me,
once upon a time,
and all that will come will outshine what was.
It will be more brilliant,
it will be so much better,
it will erase the most beautiful of days
– you just have to let it.
Let it be better,
let it be another memory in the making
that will last.
Not hang on to the beauty of the past.
Spirit of Tara 