Dec 062011

by Sven Eberlein what there is may not be there and what may come has always been what is a rock is tomorrow’s sand your deepest wish buried in your hand the seed you sow may not become the plant envisioned but it will find its way if you water it change eats from the bowl of the past slowly emptying the reservoir of certainty with each spoonful of dwindling prospects remember you’re being nourished dig deeper