i can't save you, for that is yours alone to do. i merely stand by the sign warning you of danger & firmly attempt to get your attention, pointing urgently to the sign. you smile vaguely as you blindly amble onward, provoking the hidden guardians just ahead, a surprised look on your face when you plunge to the ground as the guardians fall upon you. the remainder of the story is yet to be played out: the wounds, the regret, the empty resolve to continue onward into the building storm on the horizon. the wind blows hard. many warning signs are posted all alone the way, which you persist in ignoring in your heedless push forward. all my cautioning words fall on dry ground & become sharp stones that you carefully circumvent. you follow your own agenda, that much is clear, & i too take my place among the ignored signs, while you stumble toward your destiny as if you chose it. i can't delay what you have to learn. i can only watch from the far side of the path as you push headstrong into the trap awaiting you, concealed within your very own reckless mind. i can't save you from yourself, for that is yours alone to do. my beloved in Shiva, your path is to be walked by you. i stand here as your witness & as one who loves you in spite of your folly as you face into the challenge of your life.