"Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie, which we ascribe to heaven."
The beginning is, no doubt, the hardest part. The pool is muddy when its first been stirred. And as we gaze upon the discontent, its easy to recall that which was once so very clear and, in this moment, attribute to that vision more beauty than it ever held on its own. Why does our mind play these tricks on us?
"Oft expectation fails, and most oft there where most it promises."
Expectations are the ball and chain about the dreamers foot. When we constantly fix upon one image, we overlook every other possibility. How can we really be open to whatever can occur and only expect to be surprised?
"The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time."
Time passes with ceaseless dependability. When this passing is desired the resolve is slow but if we can be truly in each moment and lose track of what lies ahead, then we may find ourselves along the way and we may arrive with repudiation of haste.
