Memories... Are like keys.. They open doors And trip up floors where good & bad coalesce.. Then evanesce.
Everyone's 'holding their space' While complaining about race; The competition's status is 'Feeling privileged' While we're running in place. I think THAT'S a shame.
I 'see' your "hate" And 'raise' you Love. I 'see' your "fear" And 'raise' you Power.
What's needed of course Is a powerful force To emulate, with same Colour of skin But the ones in the lead Are swept away by their greed Forgetting their colour of skin
Give thanks for the things that keep us ANCHORED on this side of the line, whilst we fly the kites of mental travels to imaginary places unbounded by the restrictions of reality.
We all have something that we're good at, great at, and even exceptionally good at. Where you are on the scale of being good, great or exceptional, is dependent on the recognition of your talent, the time you recognized your talent and the time spent honing your talent after recognizing it.
So, what if we could catch some Zees on the job ( I mean WITH the boss's permission)? Wouldn't we be more rested, more alert, more able to make better decisions leading to more productivity, improving our companies' bottom lines, getting us raises and empowering us to join the ranks of the well-rested, healthier and happier people?