Bless malleable, creatable life,
Full of discovery and unknown
Raw materials of dream.
Hail the accidents and
Beneficial failures that
Shape us most mercifully.
Follow the homing beacons
Within that buzz and jingle
When we near our nests.
The mystery is the answer.
The clues are whispering within.
Be your own soft animal,
Led by the nose and ears
To new lands of plenty.
Turn all the corners with
Expectation of surprise.
Go brave navigator, and
Find the gold under the leaf.
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