Ten Percent of Your Mind | Channeled Poetry from the Morrigan

What has been stuck is moving

Inching towards the light

The obstacles were guideposts

Directing you towards destiny

The rain brings clarity

The warm sun keeps you dry

Your pain is a window to your power

Generations come and go

They all have their flaws

Years move swiftly beyond you

And time stops for no man

Do your feet move you

Or do you move them?

Ten percent of your mind, they say

The rest, busy making time