Never Too Late
"When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't." – Thomas A. EdisonArchive for July 12, 2008
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If I work at nothing more than being a fisherman for the rest of my life, or a ditch-digger, for the rest of my life, that’s fine. To enrich the soul of another is the work of life that I want to strive for.
The heavens above
With a goofy smile
With eyes wide open
I see the universe
Spread open before me
Its black inkiness
Shows only fullness
Or emptiness
The universe is my guide
Its points of light
Feeding my soul
Its vastness provides
No hiding place
But I’m not afraid
My soul flows
As my heart beats
And as the stars twinkle
Its open spaces
Speak of possibilities
For my soul
The universe is my guide
‘Follow me,’ it says
“I have no walls
I have no windows
I expand outward
I can’t hide you
Everything you are
Is on display
As my comets
And stars shoot
Through my heavens
Your soul moves
In the same way
Allow it to flow
And my stars
Will become you.”
Fertilizer
Let it happen
Let it come
Bring the words
Bring the emotion
I feel their charge
Flowing through me
Instead of wilting
My roots grow deeper
Bring your words
Bring your emotions
They nourish my soul
Lack-less
What do I lack? Less. And it’s not a bad thing to lack.
When I point this out, it’s not in a nah-nah-boo-boo sort of way. It is an affirmation, and a reaffirmation of what flows inside of me, which is the universe itself, its emptiness and fullness.
And not a lessness in sight.
All of the things I am, and want to be, are present. Why should I pack them away?
Like flags snapping in the wind of a clear sky, they will always fly.
What words are
My words are my soul. I can’t hide from them. And there’s no reason I should.
T-shirt wisdom
Found on someone at Target:
There is no finish line.
This goes back to renewal. I run the race everyday.
What it’s about
Everything isn’t about rigidity.
Everything is about limitless.
Everything is about how I see me.
