The big lives of small children 

Awakened by

Voices of early risers 

Small children

With big voices 

So much 

Personality 

They occupy 

Far more space 

Than their bodies 

Would belie 


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This Summer’s Morning 

Awoke by the rooster’s call

Train horn echoing miles to me 

White noise from cars

Hurtling down the freeway 

Birds speaking much as they have 

For millennia uncounted 

A look into the boundaries 

Of infinity 

Abandoning All We Are

Abandon all that we are
So we can become
All that we might be 


I see myself trapped by my past, by the barriers erected from fear, insecurity and doubt. “Grow past them…” I counsel myself. “Push past them. They are but vapor, illusion, less real than the dreams. Dreams create! So I shall focus on them. 


My Mission Statement

 


My mission in life

Make cool dreams reality

Defeat resistance

 

I had fun crafting this. Seems appropriate to have a haiku as a mission statement.