Cascading dreams float across your mind like lazy clouds making haste.
A heart's life worn and waned, but never a waste.
Deep inside is the life that makes this life worth its make; don't wait just let it fill all the spaces within.
This dream is no dream but life waiting to be free; release, release, let this dream live freely because life is better lived in motion than still.
Live and don't waste the grace that life brings. There is no pleasure greater than knowing life is living out its place.
All await, stand still and recognize this day, your day, your place, your life, live...; there are no dreams that can be fulfilled if you stay in place, move, because life comes in the living out of your dreams within this day.
(1/16/14)
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