The Gift
There is a place where the heart docks,
And it places its music,
Like eggs of fine code,
To be discovered like it always has.
The music making machinery
Purrs James Allen,
Within the cave of your fear lies the treasure.
Let follow what scares you.
But for now,
rest and dream,
heal.
Become strong.
There is much to be done.
The danger is gone,
Oil to mechanisms of change.
There is a transformative power
In beautiful, incredible difficulty.