Dwell
The Call: Youth — Cheryl
I dwell in Possibility
A fairer house than Prose,
More numerous of windows,
Superior of doors.Of chambers, as the cedars —
Impregnable of eye;
And for an everlasting roof
The gables of the sky.Of visitors — the fairest —
For occupation — this —
The spreading wide my narrow hands
To gather Paradise.—Emily Dickinson
walking forward along the path into Possibility. I love it!
You understood exactly what I was thinking, which means I communicated it effectively. Oooh, that makes me happy!