When life feels imbalanced and a blur–geomalism unable to equipoise a soul set askew, there exists, on the horizon, a warmthful peace–within reach.
Only those who thole the trials between dusk and dawn will develop the ability to see the brights beyond the shadows.
Let not the pursuit of that which is both hidden and hoped retreat to shade’s security for fear will turn dreams into adiaphorons, brakes that break the irreparable.
Lost in a forest for the trees, needs feel ever afar, seen and never touched. But, the unicorn lives neither under palm nor rainbowed sky; residing inside the self, truest joy is always nigh. ; )