Everything takes time.

The ice freezing, and un-imagined system forming. Stretches of the new into the air of the old. Its all a slow process, one that tests and measures you at every instant. It asks of you constantly yet always seems to forget to remind you of its potential award.

Everything takes time.
From every thought the machines of ideas take shape. The stretch and twist upward and over. Windows into them open, and then sprout like seeds aiming for another unknown sun. Its a constant motion of structuring and re-structuring. The world taking shape, and shapes giving way.

Everything takes time.
They build one on top of another and flourish by their own timelines. You can’t wait for them though, you have to keep moving along. At points you just have to believe that the push and the force forward is a greater cause then the trajectory.

Everything takes time.
But if your legs are moving then you’re okay. If you’re heart is pounding and you feel the sun on your skin, then you’re doing the right thing. You don’t have to see where you are, just that you are on a path. But forget your feet and focus on your breath.

Everything takes time.