The Sign: a poem

Waiting, waiting, waiting for life to happen
Which door, when, how?
Surrender Dorothy – the answer is illogical
Complacency a four-letter word
Don’t be stuck, create, write
Manifest through paint and ink
Melt it out, ooze it out, wear it down to joy
Deep breath
Meditate glory of moon
Paint, write, persevere, believe
Celebrate what the heart knows.

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