You can lead a horse to water
But you cannot make him drink
Perhaps he may have just nearly drowned
Perhaps he simply isn’t thirsty
Perhaps the trough is tainted
And his sense far
                        outweighs your judgment
Perhaps he cannot bear to face
The Thought of his own reflection

Sometimes your Down looks Up to me
Sometimes your Up might be my Down
Sometimes the eyes see different realities
We create and interpret
By thought and Heart

But why cling to the things
From far long-gone journeys
So different from paths
Stretched out before thee

The past is the past
Release the old traps
In this changing climate
They’ll no longer feed you

Let your open
                    Kind Heart
                                Lead the way

Afterall Water
Always finds its way Home

Stars will Shine

Moon will Rise

And You

I

May Bloom
                    Anew