The Idea is Only the Beginning

What if I told you 
that there is no destination?
Where will you go then to not get the blues?
and what is your fascination
to that which catches your eye?
Before you can fly, let’s first grow your wings
before you soar into the sky
let’s first jump on a cloud that brings
you on a journey
even as a train arrives at its station
there is no hurry
its voyage continues from the current location
for time is an illusion and perfection is a cage
only by each moment, we engage

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Contemplations

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What ideas are you holding right now?

How do you wish to continue with these ideas?