Birds never question
Their ability to fly
They simply jump
Out of the nest and
Believe
In the morning, I’m pulled to the east.
In the evening, to the west.
My gaze is always being drawn
To what is beautiful and true.
I would never turn my back on the sky,
When it’s showing me its soul.
Pick an idea when it’s ripe
Set the magic free
Give it time
Give it soul
Shine light on it
A masterpiece will soon
Emerge
This article appears in March 2018.









