Unplug yourself And in that stark still shade Enjoy the glory of your imaginings - Often conceived, rarely nurtured, Scarcely shared Or allowed to thread through the laughter Of the warm flickering shadows Of hearth and home. Give voice and shape and colour To every faint ember And you - will - soar.
How will you hear your own thoughts if you are always plugged into other people's voices. Seek space and stillness to think.