Farewell

Dear gentle souls,

'tis the season to part ways on our journ'y.
not a time for wasted 'motion or cross-words;
but a time to take measure of the essential
and the nourish'r of our being;

when the inner rumb'ings for change are ceaseless;
to heed the call or no?
not to do so is a denial of the true self...
'tis a forbearance to be regrett'd.
enuff is not enuff, is enuff not enuff for fame or fortune?
when the rumb'ings grow louder and nearer, to embrace with
courage and be in unison with one...

before our skills fully wane, and our working spirit 'xtinguished,
to re-dedicate to a calling...
to be of service is a gift, an honor of high rank.

thusly, I venture forth into the unknown with urgency…
with a tentative step, nervous delight, and a hope eternal.
may we all be a’tuned with 'ur inner voice on this journ’y.