That old shell can't help anyone. Your life is infinite seeds, growing, pushing, urging. Fate is all around you, providing. Be who you are. Open your eyes.
Ideas are the flowers of the mind, a field of beauty, growing free, open.
Thoughts swirl, tendrils reach, my world, a sea of potential. Look to see the god in each green shoot, each bud, each petal and leaf. My friends, those I love, are beckoning. So many butterflies. Such a vista.