Spring on, my mind.

Two sides to everything.  The forces of light and dark swirl in a cloudy vortex; an accumulating nimbus,  condensed inside, the droplets of emotion cling to the misty walls but ultimately slip when they become too heavy.  Such is the reality of all those bound by gravity: no matter how high you get, the moment you stop  trying you will fall back to Earth.  Storms, a result of colliding pressure, complete the nutrient cycle.  The life force squeezed from vapor rains down upon the seed-sown ground as liquid inspiration.  Care of cultivation must be observed as creativity feeds all roots, including those of problems.  Weed the garden of the mind and let ideas fruit, but be patient.  Only the ripened can be consumed without the bitter taste of regret.