the least that i can do
listening to the toes ive stepped on makes me want to stop dancing.
critiqued by my lonely road.
the direction of the current should not be the sole judge of destination…
and fighting the current should not be the sole reason for choosing a direction.
the love of mountains shows its greatest contrast in deep valleys.
against my “better” judgement, its in the desert where there is rest.
a cosmic clock of inspiration pours itself out when we have time and have made space.
loosing sight of surroundings we give way to visions cast in the dance that our hearts have already chosen.
