Little bell, Had you not beckoned to my senses To take this moment from the present This day would have passed me unawares And not been quite so transcendental...
Ripped from the insides of a meaty cocoon, the little seed was swept up by a winged-creature. She slid down a chute, landed squarely in a dark place, where the air was like nothing she knew. So begins the story of a little seed...
The Cacti that blooms for only one night, and is gone before the sunlight finds her. I find this inspiring. I hope you do as well.
Here's a trio of proverbs weaved into a short poem. Don't lose hope-- the road leads somewhere you need to be. And don't be stunted by streams: choose simplicity; the shallowest spot, and cross over. Advice for life: You're right where you need to be.
Anchor in lessons learned, Pivot and wait for clarity— like a lighthouse that knows its role and connection to greater things.
Bad things happen to good people. Nothing bad ever happens to good people. Bad people have more fun in life. Good people lead boring lives. People who have lived through…