Hopes and dreams are whispers to us plantings of ideas of what is possible they sprout in us the best use of our gifts like dropping a pebble into a pond ripples these things created by our thoughts travel from stillness yet echo to the world with luck aligning details conjoining desires with gifts making manifestations that cause the heavens to celebrate lucks achievements
who would say such a thing believing it as they must that a human and pebble were inter-relatable as if to take the quick draw of breath before tossing a stone onto still water draws the mind around a picture that could become as real as one small hand reaching up innocently with ease to grasp the greater hand of the one holding out to them