When the light
Shines just right
These emerald hills, golden
Underneath it all
Are mere reflections of
Eyes that sing sonnets
Without making a sound
There’s no need to rush
When the inspiration strikes
It is
Loud and obnoxious
Obtuse, till tempered
Like chocolate
Delicately swirled
On marble slab
Creating chaotic streaks
Of checkerboard sweets
The fire, hot
Burns brighter than a galactic center
The force of a thousand suns
Able to leverage
A cantilever balancing
The fulcrum center-point
Of life
In the middle
Of the universe
At the heart
Of everything
Face off with fortitude
Go forth – be epic
& Full of win
Champion a cause
Fight for a cure
In rain, sleet, snow, or ice
Endure
Like the seedlings that you are
Bloom where you are planted
As the gifts of the present
Unfold
Give thanks
& Breathe
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