What's possible?

Don't know the where and the how
I got here
But I'm here now
Don't know the where and the how
I'll get there
But the dream is now
And here
Is where it all happens
In the blink of an eye
I imagine
Everything I'd like to be
- What I'm yet to become
And so when I open up
I choose to see only, the possibilities.

For my dad (Open Doors).

Crisp, cold mornings
Blinking away the morning dew
We'd marvel at the cobwebs
Frost-woven and glistening
Along that country road
I'd follow you...

In wonder and awe
You showed me a magic
That made life feel like a thousand open doors

And warm Summer evenings
I remember a watering can
And words of encouragement
- The saplings needed our support
To become the mighty trees
We believed them to be,
And on the nights you couldn't make it
I'd still go down and whisper into their leaves
And to this day,
The trees are just as magic to me...

What a beautiful simplicity
You planted so early on in my heart
So, that many years on
When things got tough on my own
Deep down,
I always knew where to start...

- To return to the wonder and awe
You showed me a compassion
That continues to flower in my heart

And looking back
To when we'd run a thousand circles
'Round that track
...I was discovering my feet
The feeling of a louder heartbeat
And a trust in my steps
That would carry me through
But for those evenings
I was lucky enough to share all those steps with you...

Running high on wonder and awe
You showed me a joy
That permeates my being
To infuse each day with a purpose and a meaning
And a passion for living

...Because of all your giving
I am still standing here
In wonder and in awe
Still seeing the magic and the possibility
Of all that is yet to come
Because of all that has gone before
- Still standing here,
With your gifts that have been the keys
For a life that feels like a thousand open doors.

Beyond Driftwood.

When the noise of the mind clears
I'm exposed to all possibility
And all fears
I could turn and run
Or I could just explore
Curiously
Go somewhere I've never been before
See what's behind the door
The one I've built up over time
...And too often I hide behind
Behind the debris
The adult experience tends to leave behind
- All this floating noise in the mind
Superfluous driftwood
Born of the ego
It lingers only on the surface
And we are fooled into thinking we need to hold on
On to the drama ...
To survive
When really, life begins at the depths
Of the heart

So take courage and let go,

Sink.

Sink toward your center
Here lies your treasure
And what of your key?
- A pair of eyes
That can see
Past the debris of doubt and fear
And through to the possibility,
Once the noise of the mind clears.