Longing mixed with involuntary music,
Upwelling from the heart of things,
Unfinished, hidden, partially obscured.
Why is there no resolution?
It takes a kind of perseverance
Beyond just the regular flitting from thing to thing.
Stop.
Dig deep into the recesses.
Find the glittering prize and bring it out into the light.
It's worth showing to the world.
Things shouldn't remain hidden.
That smacks of ingratitude.
It doesn't matter if you can't do it all.
At least do some,
And do it well.
Don't leave one treasure covered in muck
Because you're so anxious to find the next.
These things take time.
And in the end there will be jewels enough,
Sparkling in starlight.
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