Flowers grow on dirt; manure. On diamonds? Never. May I be like dirt. May those who encounter me grow and bloom.
To be like dirt
Bipolar
My child. Makes me mad as hell. Then looks at me, says, "sorry" with a look in his eyes that tells me he really means it. Hell no longer, I wonder what it was that I was so angry about.
Memory
Just the other day I stood waiting to cross the street. As the cars passed in front of me I started thinking about how odd it'd be if one of these cars were to veer a little to the left. Maybe a crying child; maybe a bad day at work; maybe the shadow of a... Continue Reading →
The Run
We act very much as if we were on a voyage. What can I do? I can choose out the helmsman, the sailors, the day, the moment. Then a storm arises. What do I care? I have fulfilled my task: another has now to act, the helmsman. If the weather is bad for sailing, we... Continue Reading →
The Cloths of Heaven
One of my best friends got married over the weekend. The first of my close friends whose wedding I attended, and it might be a little unmanly to say it but I was actually quite moved by it. Last night, as I was reading through the compendium of beautiful poems by Garrison Keillor aptly named... Continue Reading →
Stars
I used to look up to the stars with a quiet mind and a quiet heart, thinking but not thinking; wondering but not wondering. It'd always amaze me how quickly the stars moved if I tracked them against something close by, like the tree outside that partially blocked my view. Without the tree as a... Continue Reading →
Faces
It's funny how life feels so different; how life can appear so different. Depending on whether it's The Public Face; The Private Face; or The Face that Nobody Sees but Ourselves. This latter face nobody understands. Even those closest to us, who understand us in ways the outside world never would, never would. Only we... Continue Reading →
Stars
Sitting on the swing, relaxing after a heavy dinner, Looking at stars I used to know more intimately, I reminisced about times that seemed so recent but Were (five, six, seven... no) fourteen years ago -- Half a lifetime away. I used to watch the stars as they crawled across The sky on restless nights... Continue Reading →
Masks: A poem by Shel Silverstein
I came across a beautiful poem by Shel Silverstein called "Masks", that reminded me of how we can sometimes go through our whole lives pretending to be someone else, hoping to find like-minded souls but afraid to reveal our true selves. She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And... Continue Reading →
The Radio
I was feeling down so I went to the shops And got myself a radio. It was on sale. --No returns. --No refunds. No problem. I brought it home and turned it on. It made me happy. My mind was busy with its mindless chatter. --No thoughts. --No feelings. No problem. Then she spoke to... Continue Reading →
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