14/09/2026
Look at how he's made, and learn:
Ears wide open, mouth kept small,
He listens first, then speaks at all.
A belly round to hold the whole,
The sweet, the sour, digested, made whole.
And beneath that size, a mouse so slight,
The smallest wish can bear our weight,
If we learn to ride it, not be ridden by fate.
We call him the one who clears the way,
But the old texts say he also lays
The very stones we stumble on.
So if a wall stands in your path this year,
Look closer, friend, before you fear,
It may be a door, just not yet drawn.