A Recipe Of Success Poem by Antonio Liao

the pick is nothing, only a state of the mind that
foretell the next step; a goal of not to touch, sublime
the witnessing golden view of wisdom

life never goes longer and older, if the top
shows no weird of attitude, it’s simply a recipe of
wealth, bucket with ecstasy; lured to smell the fume
of treasure in the hand that grip the dust at the end

grit the stone of the mind and ponder till grain pour
out from the rain, no one has monopoly of time, only
the idle of waste in your dream and let the power of
inner passion fuel; to explode in your skill to reach
the ideal of your ambition

prowess sparks the ingredients of your goal, the
vision to drive each fusion of dream to conquer you
ideal, forward and crunch each minute; as the smoke
comes from the fire of success, for this day maybe
the future of today, until the direction comes no
more

save that belief, understand as you go and gone is
the past that tears will turn you apart; always be a
visionary, an eve of eye can always see the coming
morning glow

let each day be the zeal to sharpen the moment that
hear the calling Bell; whisper the wind, that your the
best, in the past and better for the future.......