Like the grass my wisdom comes from the womb and despite a mowing I know how to grow and growing i am:
How my smile will ignite fireworks under a Chilean harvest moon & how my laugh will harmonize with bells ringing in skies of Istanbul;
My love will heal, my love will grow back; my life is mine and I am living.
And my life is learning and I am learning.
And my knowledge of my own abilities is limited by my timidity to take a step into the territory of pushing my limits my lovely lovely limits.