Pursuit pleasure is a fool's errand:gone in the instant of achievement;what is lasting -what holds its meaning -is the wisdom gainedin the moment's pursuit
Home warm yellow lightis a beacon in the darkcalling the wanderer home;it beckons to the lost,it is a safe havenamidst the constant stormsthat surround,a guide in the darknessstretching our comfortingfingers of light,a pathway home;it is safe herewhen you are ready,come home
Pace one day at a time,one moment,one step,no matter how heavy,this is the paceat whichwe must take our lives,moving any fasterleaves us spinning,our wheels sinkingdeeper into the mire,grasping at air,never moving forward
