The branch in the road
Is just arrived at the bend.
The path. Stood ready for choosing
When waiting is fine and deliberation completely
complete.

Then you will walk.
Forward and forearmed.
Forwarded on that one you will know.
Only by looking back can you move forward.
But only you can go there.
You will decide what baggage comes and what will stay in the behind.

Time is like that.
What is known cannot be unknown.
Idly we know the only that the unknowable is ahead.

Sometimes you must flow like a river
fast. And swift. Other times meander along the flat.
Like time you cannot swim back onto the left-behind shores
You choose the left- behinds.