I will push you forward,
yet I’m painfully aware
you have nowhere to go
I’m painfully aware
of your limits and my own,
but I’m wise enough to know
that the hell you made is a template for heaven,
a garden of Eden growing slow,
a divine river choosing its flow.
It’s a stream that others just don’t understand.
But your life will never unfold
according to someone else’s plan.
Spirit of Tara 