What do I see beyond the horizon,
the obvious limits in my mind
the black and white
Where do I feel like soaring?
What makes my spirit leap?
Where does my heart say, “yes!”
It is high time to dream again
sowing daily seeds of possibility
watering them with love and nurture and care.
This recurring rhythm feels right
a new practice to embody
a window into spring.
Tending to the seeds
looking to the future
believing in potentiality.