The Way Up

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Find your way up.

Even if it does not take you

In straight line

Or all the way to

Summit.

Find your way up.

Through twist and turns

Through tears and woe

Through long forsaken roads

Of endless

Wandering.

Find your way up.

Through dark pre-dawn

Through moonlit nights

Through the innumerous

Unsheltered

Evenings.

Find your way up.

Reach deep

Climb high

Into yourself

Into the core

Of heart

And spirit

Knowing.

 

 

For The Daily Post

Imagination

door to sea

Open a door to imagination.

Re-visit forgotten times of untethered awe still left of childhood. Do not worry–your spirit does and always knew exactly how. Just go.

Open a door to imagination.

Let what isn’t, could not, would not be–become. In your mind’s eye, make reality.

Open a door to imagination. Fret not. You can’t get lost. You are already home.

Think of wonder. Fathom fairies. Fly aboard an eagle. Cradle soft onto the foaming sea. There are no rules to conjuring. No timeline. No bonds of gravity, age, physics. Relativity folds time onto itself. Explore.

Open wide the door.

For a moment or an hour. For a blink or afternoon, reshape yourself along the creases you never saw were possible new vistas. Find magic in the corners of your heart. It is there. It never left.

Open a door to imagination.

Breathe in light. Discover open spaces beyond air, beyond even what you believed could be imagined. Understand. Expand.

There are worlds out there. Awaiting your inspiration.

And more doors await. Beyond. Right here. Keen to open. You.

To imagination.