Hang on to your Hats Heroes! Grip the edge of the cliff and clutch your cuff as “the point is tipping” as I caution contenders who kick doors and gates with eyes wide open –“then shut”- to smash locks and shatter windows to see the book readers “club”bing from right to left then left to right writing lines that lean in the sand showing the batter and bruise from parts-of-parties tossing tea against towering temples of temperamental temptation titling “FREEDOM” as a word which is fighting the flight of fading into fake… let the definition lift up by drilling down into the drawing board… let the picture provide the punctuation…
Checkmark your right to communicate cues that challenge the checkerboard and chess pieces for the children to have choice...
This global game is a gamble, the goal post is giant so go toward grasping greatness based in gratitude from the grains of sand that show the sensitivity of spirit rather than reconstructing re-defining ways to restrict our radiance…