everything i embark upon seems to fall short of the goal
is that really possible
or are the goals i seem to fail to reach
still in the cocoon enwrapped in love
and waiting
i know i am an arrogant spirit
thinking that i can reach those higher places
in short spans of time
the seeds need just the right amount of time
and to hurry processes of unfolding
is a blasphemy
things seldom turn out the way i planned
for one small pebble on the road
can bring about that change in direction
that in all my planning
never crossed through my mind
and then one day
i see the goal attained
that i had long ago forgotten
for by another journeying way
the circle found itself
and in an instant left the way open
to ever spiraling heights
. . .
the best is yet to come
