Your
best laid plan –
a monument of creativity
and hope –
is placed delicately
on the quicksand
we call life.
The breeze of
flexibility
teases the joints
of your dollhouse.
Will it survive?
That’s not the question.
The question is:
What will you make
when it crumbles?
Will it be better
or will it stoop
in resignation
and defeat?
Posted by Zen Mama 
