In the land of imagination
I am a seed that
finds its way to the light
blooming
my sunshine smile
directly from
the Center
of all things;
I am the
baby-blue robin’s egg
warmed by momma’s presence
bursting forth
directly from
the nest
of all Creation.

In the freedom of imagination
I will not wither
before I learn to fly
and pretty petals
will always reach
gracefully to the
Light,
flight revealing
my brightness.

Must I steal away from imagination
only to linger in doubt,
or may I stay for awhile?