,Calling the ones with their backs turned, those looking towards the future, the ones refusing to glance left or right, refusing to link hands with those on the same journey.
And behind you, what of those left behind? The ones who cannot walk so fast, the ones who have responsibilities, the sick, the old, the ones who have run out of faith - in themselves and in the wider world, what of them? 
Yes you will walk ahead, but the further you walk the nearer you will be to catching up on those you left behind.  For the walk we do is circular, none of it is new ground, just century upon century, generation upon generation of worn footprints.
Instead take smaller steps, look around, enjoy the journey, and embrace those who share it whether they be on the same path or one running parallel.
If you don't then be prepared to catch up with yourself - walking alone behind the rest. 

Stillness is the key to creativity, without it in mind body and consciousness the thread will break and like droplets of dew will seek out a thousand avenues – none of which lead to any place of value.  Learn to be still and learn to accept these words as they spill out from the void.  Answers are coming but before they arrive many lessons need to be learnt.  It will be hard. 

Catch the muse, catch the light.  Open up and see the sky, the purple messengers in the clouds.  Sparks of affection in the sun's rays.
Alone, so many are alone - man seeks control but it isn't his domain.  Soon things will change. An anger builds beyond the sky at what they see as human interference in the plan so far - who dares, not they.
A wave so strong will sweep away the evil of this earth but not for all, there will be many who prevail.  And so go forth.  Be sure their masks will slip, they cannot hide. 

On an evening in springtime when the doors are closed and death lies in isolation - who can breathe, not they, not those who brought the earth low.  The tide turns and faces lift up towards the sun, towards salvation.  The Gods have not abandoned you, stay calm, there is a plan. 

Don't hurt the ones you love with lies.  Be the person you really are because you fool no-one.  Don't be the impostor who one day will get thrown out with the rubbish.  

Think of something small that grows with each line written, until in time it becomes the size of a cruise ship on a mill pond - visible only to those with open hearts and open faces. 
Begin the journey if you want to take a seat at the feast. 

Waiting is an endless waste, time in standstill.  While the world spins and the seasons change.  Look at yourself, what is it you are waiting for - death? 

Do you fear the wind when it blows, do you fear you will hear your name on its breath? For you will, one day you will, and not once but again and again and again.  Those that love the wind have been here before, they know and are not afraid.  One day that will be you. 

We are richer with hindsight, but seeing into the future was never a gift given to man.  Don't see a rock where there is wool and don't imagine clouds because there is rain.  Words written in sand can be washed away in a moment, so take the strength of history and the open wounds of the earth to write in your heart.  Those words, ingrained in memory will never be forgotten.  

Tear the truth from the undergrowth and lever open the doorway in the cave of our unbelief's.  Watch me do it if you don't believe.  The white dove and the downy chick are purer souls than you or I for they own nothing more than the feathers on their backs.