Photo-Play
I culled the binders on my shelf
So I could see whatever else
Was underneath my nose to do –
Not fritter time, thus play the fool.The flying books were first to go,
They outdate fast – won't fly I know;
Computer notes – now there's a laugh
One day at most half-life – if half.And so on – soon I'd room on shelves
To cluster, group, and see what else
Was left of that really mattered now –
To see the what, and why – then how.To my surprise the photo clues
Took up one shelf though quite unused;
Whatever could their use be now?
A “joyous driver-role” somehow!There to maintain me on my route –
Not output; input that's its use;
Now that's a fine discovery –
Resource for life and work, for me.When we our input, output make,
Reverse the flow for goodness sake,
We suck right down, and stall right out –
Turn it around – empower our route.For we need fuel to do our lives,
Like Al in novels, mission thrives;
And that's the way it was for me
Back in the North – it nourished me.For mission-life a system is,
A self-sustaining photo biz
I'd set to have it self-sustain –
Then let it go – then back again.So where does it fit mission now?
I think sustaining me, somehow;
Like, if I'm not involved this way
I'll poop right out – take time to play.I sense that I'm rebuilding life,
A life of balance after strife;
Though broader now such sustenance
Refreshes deep my countenance.“Increase the parts with joy you do
To be tycoon”, said biz guru,
“And cash will follow, life will flow,
Then you will to the future go.”Lord, thanks for balance in my life
Returning now, averting strife;
Thanks for your pruning of this tree,
And giving me photography.navigation