Yet I know
that I am a Poet!
I pass you my Poem.

… My Poem is life, and not finished.
It shall never be finished.
My Poem is life, and can grow.*
(Gwendolyn Brooks)

There is no industry, no economy, no market.  Only people.  And people, people can take action if they care.**
(Seth Godin)

Every so often, we get an inkling, an itch, a feeling, an insight that life is more than what it has become.

We may, then, describe life as a story, a game, a poem, a calling, a prayer … :

‘Write a prayer that is worthy of the destiny too which you have been called.’^

Whether we understand that calling to be from the universe or world or god or deep within ourselves or all of these, for a moment we see a little more clearly.

We need to hold on to this and look more closely.

It will soon disappear beneath getting out to work, shopping, school runs, escape at the weekend, the latest twist in some soap opera.

These worlds are not mutually exclusive, but one is more easily lost to the other.  They can exist together into a bigger world.

“We are kept from our goal not by obstacles but by a clearer path to a lesser goal.”^^

(*Gwendolyn Brooks, quoted in Maria Popova’s Brain Pickings.)
(From Seth Godin’s blog: There is no “the industry.”)
(^From John O Donohue’s Eternal Echoes.)
(^^Robert Brault, quoted in Benjamin Hardy’s Willpower Doesn’t Work.)