“What am I going to do? I was born when the gods had already died.” Pablo Neruda
“What am I going to do? I was born when the gods had already died.”
A time when indifference rode the sky and everyone felt alone.
My ancestral seed was planted in a different world and
I still have those longings. I will find others
and together restring the beads of hope and compassion.
If they are not to be found, I will stay the course –
alone and do no harm til my longest day has turned to night
and still silence is my final resting place.