Can we have fried eggs for lunch? Maybe not
or not yet
But you cannot afford to be drowned in doubt, in the dream, in the shadows of
cynicism
Leaping in bounds doesn’t always require
energy, sometimes just a synergy, of the soul and your resolve
At the edge of the meadow, we contemplate
and take stock, the air is rife with change and oranges
Drift off, buoyed by courage, stringed by
enthusiasm
Things always look different from up there
Again bounded by memory, slack, sticky and
poignant
It’s the oldest trick in the book,
you will do well to bank, (a little)
towards the sun,(full on) towards grace,(always) towards inspiration
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