I am like the tarot card fool,
shoulder carrying, creative potential,
and all,
my talents in a knapsack.
flower in hand,
free from constraints,
without care.

Barking dog frolics by odd shod feet,
at the cliff edge,
maybe I’ll fall,
having faith in the future,
for journeys unknown,
bound for adventure,
outcome never told.

Shedding old habits,
create myself with new methods,
fearless of consequences,
forever the fool.

Searching out a kindred soul,
in life’s river to go with the flow,
tired of swimming solo.

River meets river
flowing to the same ocean,
best of life,
lying on the horizon.
The I, you, us, we,
are as invitation.

It ‘s this moment that counts
on quests of self-realisation.

Dreams should not live alone.