The big lives of small children 

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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.