Never Too Late
"When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't." – Thomas A. EdisonArchive for July 20, 2008
Good(night) thought
I am blessed and I am grateful to be so capable of giving love, heart, soul, spirit to the heart of another.
Goodnight
Waves
I sat along the shore
Watching a lonely wave
Wash against the sands
I wondered where
The waves have gone
I know where they are
So near to me
Yet so unreachable
A wave comes by
Every so often
To remind me
Of what had been
And then, from nowhere
They come with such force
Wave after wave
Crashing against the shore
What do they mean?
Head in the clouds
The clouds over my head
Do not obscure
The blue skies above them
The clouds appear to be
A barrier impenetrable
But come fly with me
And see what illusion that is
We soar through the air
Heads pointed high
As our bodies reach the clouds
We find air and water
Life-giving nourishment
The sun greets us
With a warm embrace
To the place
We’ve been all along
In the spirit
Different/same
I once heard someone (a basketball coach?) describe another (basketball coach?) like this:
There’s a difference between the man and the image the man portrays.
For me, I want to be the man, and not the image…
TFTD
Indeed the divine, if approached in a humble spirit of inquiry, might turn out to be 3,000 times more than people imagined it was.
–John Templeton
TFTD
Yield and overcome; Bend and be straight; Empty and be full; Wear out and be new; Have little and gain; Have much and be confused. …The ancients say, “Yield and overcome.” Is that an empty saying? Be really whole, And all things will come to you.
–Lao-Tzu
Soul essence
I can feel it in me
I can feel it coursing
I can feel it flowing
My soul is living
My soul is breathing
My soul is giving
The surly bonds of earth
Try to contain its flight
But my soul becomes like fog
Covering the earth
Yet unbound by its embrace
My soul is like water
Filling the spaces
Of the soil
Giving nourishment
To roots and branches
As the limbs grow
So does my soul
My soul yearns
To mimic nature
To become nature
To give light
To give hope
To give nourishment
To all seek it
So my soul
Can becomes theirs
The grand unified theory of…me…condensed
I.
I talk and write a lot about the universe and how it is an example for me. And I realize that that might be a little bit too much to grasp. Yes, it is ever-evolving and ever-expanding. But it’s too much to wrap your arms around.
II.
Phalanx and myriad are used to describe a lot of something. I have a phalanx, a myriad, of thoughts, feelings, emotions. I don’t deny any of them, or hide from them. My aim, always, is for my thoughts, feelings, emotions to be good, pure and whole. I want them to be the best they can possibly be at any moment. A tall order? Yes. But the alternative? I shudder to think of it.
III.
I want to be a gardener. Of someone else’s thoughts, feelings and emotions. I want to tend to their needs, grow them, nourish them, feed their soil. My phalanx, my myriad provide the food. That someone else doesn’t have to worry about starving with me there. I have the sustenance to provide. Spiritually, emotionally, physically.
IV.
My hope, my prayer is not that I will feed someone. I will. My hope, my prayer, is for that someone to see, and seek, the best of who I am.
Namaste.
