It gets easier.
I found this out thru repetition.
Mining for gold takes time.
Anything worth having takes time.
I’m building a foundation here.
And I hope you will take time to do the same.
Upon that foundation I heap brick.
Not sticks or straw.
I plan to live there.
The substance of hearts and sensations felt
But not often described.
It is my internal reality being stroked into physicality.
Day-by-day it gets easier.
To quiet the qualms and quell the insecurities.
I can see it now. Touch it.
Stand back and behold what I’ve built.
Though it’s not complete.
I hope you will mine the mines, dig the depths.
Create what’s real to you.