Tim Miner's Musings

What leaves comes back; What evaporates Condenses,  Liquidifies. What's been emptied will be Filled up again. Break, fix Tear, mend What's damned, redeemed Wound, stretched Bend, stiffened, Raised. Rise. What's lost will be Restored, immediately Definitely Find your middle ground,  Hold on What's yours will Find the address to your door Open, answer that call Be indemnified, be restored Nature loves balance.

The exciting crowd, We a'walking wherever Whenev'r we like We colonize, Conquer territories yonder the lake Drain, draw paths, trail And bushes rake Trudge, dredge, trend Ambitious humble hustle Gratings, Rough, molten emotions Shaped on anvils Lead heavy Filed, sharpened The mounts of despair grind, flattened, filtered. Some muscle, Huh! Pits of doubt filled, rid off And walk a taut rope Balancing, falling not Victory! Your rambles, faint or loud Concern me not. Fluidic Either way you'll say me, My contortions Keep you bemused Me, Myself and I, unbeaten still. Nothing unsurmountable In the army of one, Strong and true. We are an exciting crowd. We are always hugging, whenev'r. #ego #teamAmbition #myMusings #humbleHustleMuscle #narcissism