Reality is often times a bit too thorny
for my flowery imagination
But living it fully each and every day is my
song of emancipation.

I know when to walk. I can sense when to run.
The ink-prints of my words show
where my march began
And the mysteries of the future hold
when it will be done.

I began this exploration with a silent sigh.
My ego held questions like how and why.
I needed to look around
To see the forest for the earth.
I needed to feel my honest presence
And I ... read more