I envision a dream,
Created by me.
Of a boat floating
Along a gentle sea.
No waves to see,
Nor fish I seize.
Just one with myself,

And finally at ease.

My lover,
Don't let go.
From sun to snow,
Through seasons
We flow.

Please , don’t let go.

Let hearts be full
In times of dull.
For time shall still
As our souls fill,

With love and light for you and I.

Now take my hand,
If you will.

And don't let go.

He eats well, just look,

my phalanx fits easily --


in his navel hole.

Fiat money is unsound money
   Because governments can print
      More of this money at low or no cost
         The printing of more money is so easy
            That those in power can never resist the
               Urge to create new money for their use
                   The fiat supply remains unpredictable
                       Therefore
                    Let’s use a money with known supply
               The solution is to create a limited money
            That has a cost to the creation of units
         This money would be sound if no group
      Or person has the option to issue new
   Money beyond what was programmed

Prosperity fat

cannot escape gravity --


it sags to the grave.

Hope in life for all of us
Comes full of expectation
Looking forward in our minds
With fervent aspiration

We expect some better things
To flow in our direction
And expectation sets intent
And shapes our world connection

Thus we see our daily hope
And happy expectation
Helps to bring our hopes to pass
And mold them to creation

So claim your daily power
And all the liberation
That follows optimistic hope
And mindful expectation

If you want to reach new heights
Or your former goals outdo
You may need to consider
Doing something new for you

If all you’ve ever done before
Has gotten you just so far
Try something that’s new for you
In order to raise the bar

What we’ve done is easier
And habits tend to flow
But if you want prosperity
Old ways might have to go

Stretch beyond your comfort zone
And take this truth to heart
Your new ways can be habits soon
You simply have to start

We say that money is power
And has been all along
But now in Bitcoin’s hour
Our money is fully strong

No inflation from dilution
All value it retains
A useful grand solution
To safely grow our gains

Birthed by light from solar waves
Encrypted crystal backing
Who owns what - its ledger saves
Every detail tracking

Bitcoin builds a “cross world” trust
Forming firm foundations
For making, trading, holding wealth
For people, groups, and nations

When I can’t get all things done
I still can plan some daily fun
I breathe deep and say
It’s okay

When others speak unkindly
I don’t internalize blindly
I breathe deep and say
It’s okay

As I make mistakes each day
I quickly get back on my way
I breathe deep and say
It’s okay

When I find a friend who’s down
And can’t seem to turn it around
I sit with him or her and say
It’s okay

As golden leaves fall gently down
From treetops in the sky
They scatter ‘cross the golden ground
When Autumn breezes fly

These tiny leaves don’t realize
The power that they hold
To nurture growth that will arise
As they decay and mould

Relax and let the ebbs and flows
Of seasons cycle round
For that’s the way abundance grows
When leaves fall to the ground