I am the stampede
A message from the spirit of grief
I am the collective movement The river of tears How would you get from one place to another without a “longing” to journey? Longing is the grief that aches for what is not here
Can you see my value now? Or are you too busy hiding inside the armor of rage? Can you see my value now? It is I, your grief, that compelled human progress that drove the forward movement of life itself I am the stampede I am the driving force of life, twin of desire I am the stampede