Yeah; the green has character. Everything and everyone should have good character. Like that? Finding treasures like that. Both of them, the branch and the firm. There is a magic about finding treasures, like finding fairness where there seems to be none, just as there is a magic about breaking the mold of the fear of success, or of missing out and in understanding empathy, and favoring or finding pardon for naturally capricious tenacity.

There is a beauty about climbing the stairs, like sweet solitude often missed on cloudy days. Be wise, aware, and fabulous, and extraordinary, and innocent always by choice, and in situations where others might be lonely or feel off course, be thankful for this elite trait of captivating solitude and positive intrigue; take ownership and hold of it.

To respect and hold on right in the mist of the climb and to enjoy natural noises and total quiet is just fine. Not everyone can do that. Some may choose to brush over zany coals rather than to stand up and be brave about life, knowing that blessings have divine order and cannot be blown away, unlike weak levies under the weight of high tides. Whatever goes on, hope finds the courage to get gauged, and demand no less of its loved ones. Each day pays for its worth – with moral props bestowed by both exotic and modest glee. What is it worth?

What is climbing, laughing in the joy of a flickering candle, tasting canned tuna without a pilot light, seeing innocent eyes, while reading metaphysical Paramahansa Yogananda to ears too young to comprehend, but at the same time to toddler spirits, growing souls, and questioning eyes that imagine incredible ecstasy forever above the fray, writing poetry and basking in the rhythm of hardwood floors and humming bird songs of wonder, in the marvel of a week’s mid-day, a smile’s mystique, a sturdy grip that is tough, broad, and never waning or weak?

See how green it gets before the grass gets cut. God lives in the dew on each blade, a proud caring listener, acting, believing, and befriending – together.

Yeah; the green has character. Everything and everyone should have good character. Like that? Finding treasures like that. Both of them, the branch and the firm. There is a magic about finding treasures, like finding fairness where there seems to be none, just as there is a magic about breaking the mold, and the fear of success, or of missing out, and in understanding empathy, and favoring ,or finding pardon for naturally capricious tenacity.

Whatever happened yesterday; be content.

Whatever is happening now; be filled with bliss.

Whatever happens tomorrow; be humble and unafraid of apathy or stifling doubt.

Whatever happens forever; be audacious.

Like green grass grows, the esoteric branch, the content firm, the ecstatic believers, the blissful listeners happen to know that Happiness is always happening - It follows us wherever we go --- Just like truth, just like good measure, just like right now, just like forever, the green is fresh, bold, and fearless.

Yeah; the green has character. Everything and everyone should have good character, for all that it is worth! Like That?