the least that i can do

lis­ten­ing to the toes ive stepped on makes me want to stop dancing.

cri­tiqued by my lonely road.

the direc­tion of the cur­rent should not be the sole judge of destination…

and fight­ing the cur­rent should not be the sole rea­son for choos­ing a direction.

the love of moun­tains shows its great­est con­trast in deep valleys.

against my “bet­ter” judge­ment, its in the desert where there is rest.

a cos­mic clock of inspi­ra­tion pours itself out when we have time and have made space.

loos­ing sight of sur­round­ings we give way to visions cast in the dance that our hearts have already chosen.