You may be inclined to think I couldn’t possibly be one of them;
someone who can {still <starry eyed>} believe in their dreams.
Not after failing.
Falling.
Flat. on. my. dreamin’ face.
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I am-
That kind of dreamer.
Still.
Yet.
Despite.
Even moreso.
My eyes certainly have more wrinkles crinkling their starry gazing,
and on occasion a deeper blood shot red filters my sight~
but starry eyed I am still.
I just am.
I discovered the real dream behind my furious efforts to make my way.
In my efforts to create OPENstudio and call up a community to surround and gather~
I had things turned wrong way round-
I was doing so of my own energies, volitions.
Crowd funding was a contrivance meant to bring about a certain purpose and plan in a given place.
But at the wrong pace.
My starry eyes still exist because as the campaign watching was a 43 day downfall
I was watching my own uprising.
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I have nothing.
If you look at me or ask what I have
I can show you nothing.
But I can tell you I have everything.
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I realize it’s cliche to say so, but alas, I’m discovering the truth of all those cliches~
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I now wait on the pace of OPENstudio coming to be
that is it’s natural gestation.
I build a proverbial cairn in this moment, a Jacob-memorial to the enlightened sight,
and wait for the place and pace that OPENstudio
comes to be
its own purpose and plan.
Like a baby in womb
a seed planted, fertilized and watered,
it’s growth is inevitable.
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I’m taking time to gestate:
Merry Christmas.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy New Year.
I will see you again in February 2015 after I’ve let the fertilizer settle in
and the water do it’s job~
in love.
trish
