Cultivate My Light

One of the constants 

In my life

Is never getting THERE.

Don’t get me wrong,

I am so grateful for achievement.

Lots of stuff has gotten done.

But usually, just as I round the corner

Of the final lap

The next opportunity arises.

Bringing fresh excitement

To my victory booty shake.

Just Keep Swimming, right?

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Maybe life is more 

Like a garden than a race.

And I’m more like the soil.

The richer my experience,

The sweeter the fruits.

Life can be nourished by me.

With each new season 

Of planting, harvest, and destruction.

I cultivate my light.

Maybe there’s nothing I must accomplish,

Each harvest offering its unique bounty.

Maybe I am already THERE?