Tired Eyes
Tired eyes peer at the blank page. The time has come to realize that movement is in passion. Passion is in the heart. The heart is hungry and beats for not one. One does not mean two. Two means more than nothing. Nothing is vividly absent when surrounded by those who see the future. Futures will come, but the present is here and only here. Be not worried for the future or fearful of the past. Worries add not a second, not a minute, and not a day. One must not just play in the day but work for the night. Rest easy.
Tired eyes peer at the blank page only to see the future at hand.
Tired eyes peer at the blank page only to see the future at hand.
posted by Al, Liz, Oak and Isla Carter at 8:27 AM
3 Comments:
beautiful. a feeling of hope is what stirred in me as i read this. the idea of the blank page being front of me...unblemished and so full of potential...begging the question, "How will you choose to mark me."
Much like this space-
Potential abounds for truth, lies, honor, shame and much more. Time is precious. As are the words, images, and thoughts we create because of our creation.
right on!
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