like so much wind-blow cotton candy
like the achenes of dandelions aloft into the expansive open air
the tendrils of time and opportunity so ever elusive
slip the flailing fingers of half-hearted hope
there is no past or future
there is no to and fro
name and form are one
there is only here
there is just now
content yourself not with the cowardice of complacency
but find courage and conviction
grip!
the realities of your own experience
become!
that which you long to be
life
is for the taking