I sip the sweet elixir of possibility,

Taste the unbound

And find there

Nothing but the self unshackled.

What can we be

When we step from the tight

Groove of routine,

The preprogrammed and forethought track.

I do not conceive the answer

But sense that which is not yet born,

That free form,

Unfettered and dreamy.

I drink of this possibility

Becoming drunk on love,

Bathing in the fluid of possibility alone;

A not knowing

As broad as a river,

Deepening and widening

And carrying me happily along.