Of Making Music, Photography, Whatever


begin (decide,
do) and you’re
halfway there
already, keep on
and you’re half
the rest of the way,
being aware
brings you nearly
through most of
what’s left, relaxing
will leave as much
more behind as
before, beginning
again each time
will cover half
the way remaining,
bringing each feature
slightly more in tune
will take you half
way through what
separates you
from the ideal,
your distance from
the divine bisects
itself with each payment
of attention, each
intention partly realized
in permanent progress,
leaving you no
closer really
on the infinite
logarithmic spiral
of your flight.


9 Dec 02

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