My wisdom comes in short bursts
Of learning out loud
And in silent contemplation.
A sprinter I am
A marathon runner not so much.
Learned to hear with my heart
To feel with my navel
To listen with my eyes
To let my soul nourish me.
My very own soul
With its own character is enough
When others are unavailable
Are involved in their own lives.
I learned to demand less
To request more
Of myself, not of them.
Learned a little blue Agave syrup
Goes a long way to sweeten the pot
That has always been sweet
If only I had noticed along the way
Those rainbows will always have colors
That I can devour for breakfast.
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