The Tipping Point
The Tipping Point
I see you.....
Pushing that boulder up the hill
Our efforts, most times
outweigh the outcome
Don’t give up
or stand quietly still
For all that we are
And every sweet move
Consistently adds up to a gain...
Making something from nothing
The love of creation
Was planted straight into our brains
So as we push that boulder
Up to the peak
Of that long, unending steep hill
Muscles strained from the weight
Underneath our legs quake
Bit by bit
We are gaining small wins
Small wins strung together.....
Create something bigger
When we reach the very tip top
That big bulky boulder
One great heave sends it over...
Over that mountain of rock
We watch in awe....arms raised high
Finally free from the strain
But we don’t realize
That very big boulder???.....
The one we shoved over???....
Is at the bottom....
So off we go with our heads held low
But we push to begin.....
Realizing this time,
The hill’s a much smaller size....
And our muscles are ready
To dig in
So we push that rock up
The next hill, and the next
Till that big thing becomes much smaller
Our muscles can handle the rough terrain
We become bolder, stronger, wiser
If you have tenacity
And the most fearless of SOULS
You will be able to sit in the space
That asks you to wait, and wait, and wait........
Wait for the very next roll
So To you I say
Love those small wins
They gift us strong backs, arms
It can all come your way
And I knew.....
That one day.....
We’d get damn gifted at pushing them
To all of the creative people out there
Doing all of the most incredible things
And all of the things that feel hard
We need you around
You make the world a much brighter, better place
A sweet note from me to you...
And....as I push my own bunch of rocks over here....it’s a reminder for me too...
Love, Love, Loving You Well