The Pure of Heart

Unlucky is the child gone wrong,
The child long gone.
And once the child passes on, there is no return.
Yet, the pure of heart fear not.
For the legends have yet to be named,
And the heros have yet to step from the darkness.
But step they will.
They will soar to the heights reached only by the brave,
Only by the true.
But you speak of confidence.
Confidence is only the fruit of experience.
You are your own worst enemy.
To try is the factor.
Pass or fail is no matter.
Experience is success.
So I offer this to you, child.
Experience what you will.
Try what suits you.
Set no limits on your bounds,
And you will be the legend,
You will be the hero,
And you will be the pure of heart.

This happens to be something I wrote a long freakin time ago. It was written to a single person, but as I have re-encountered it...I see it has meaning in a great many areas.

It has meaning for me....

whatever your condition, unconditionally!
I love you,
dave