ONLY INFINITE IS ENOUGH
Being a champion does not make me one
Counting my medals is not infinite
For again life doesn’t tarry in what we have done but how many times we are doing it
Like Muhammad Ali, winning did not make him a champion but how many times he carried his fears to the ring and did not let them carry him,
I’ve seen champions cry because past is past with all its winnings if today is defined by utter failure
Only infinite is enough
For its either you die doing it or it dies in you if you wanna be a champion
Carpentry is learning the art all the way
Not feeling hard and soft wood but how they look in a distance with paint or not
To know how it feels like to vanish into deep stuff,
So if the table is smooth, am smooth with it, am smooth for it, am smooth like it
So when I pick the hammer, my experience knocks harder
For what is carpentry but a workshop of fears, for my nails, ooouch! I hit myself, wallah, with the nails I fixed the table and the client a great deal
And it goes on and on
I am not a carpenter but I will
Only infinite is enough
If you want to be an athlete
Run all through, run from home, run in and to the field
Make a heap of your winnings and do not mind your tosses
Strive for higher ideals
For again it takes a lot of balance to be stable and a lot of steps to be fit,
For again it’s not the number of races but records that broke your solid self,
So your struggle is to find yourself again and again
Only infinite is enough
The archer doesn’t fear the target but missing it
He’s not inspired by the wind or luck nor the size of his quiver,
But the will, the arrow that flies and a strong bow,
Hunting doesn’t stop until he hunts his fears of the thicket and always has the target with him though far
Continuous he becomes and not an archer
For only infinite is enough
Keep loving and do not seize the gifts,
Show up for dates and do not count them
Though flowers fade, love will not, fresh roses will keep everything fresh
Say you’ll be there when already you are
Say sorry sometimes, appreciate the most
And do it, do it, do it
Only infinite is satisfactory,
Do you love? Yes I am
If you can draw, draw until your drawing becomes your paint
For again success is just but a pile of highlights
Life is moving and death is not it’s goal, just as the goal of painting ain’t a gallery but blueprints of past drawings,
Drawing like today is the day of your atonement, like painting is the tone you create for yourself, yourself
For again mastery is but a bunch of fears you know and do have their solutions with you,
Fear is however infinite keep on,
For again techniques do not pounce on a master, he crawls to them and masters them himself and with time
For again you are not an artist but you become
Paint fades with time but you glow with it,
Only infinite is enough
Thank you
By Musau Poet
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