Never Too Late
"When you have exhausted all possibilities, remember this — you haven't." – Thomas A. EdisonArchive for July 22, 2008
Poetica–2
The poetry that I write comes from a place deep in me. I’ll continue to swim in those waters, to see what I can find. And keep pulling up treasure.
Pride?
It may seem like my talking about the universe and my place in it, and the poetry I write is very prideful. I don’t want it to be. What I want for my words to show is me. In all the colors, layers, and textures that are me.
And I do.
There lies in me so much. So much wholeness. And it is this that I give.
Good morning
I have energy to burn this morning.
Because my heart (which is always there) tells me so.
Standing/moving
I’ve always been a bit of a restless soul.
I know how to sit still.
Right now, I’m a tad restless.
TFTD
When God lets loose a great thinker on this planet, then all things are at risk. – There is not a piece of science, but its flank my be turned to-morrow; nor any literary reputation, nor the so-called eternal names of fame, that may not be revised and condemned.
–Ralph Waldo Emerson (hat tip)
What is there
It’s there
For the taking
There it is
On the table
In the tree
Floating in the sky
In my body
In my soul
What has never left me
Is my heart
You could ask
For it to leave
But it won’t vacate
Its rightful place
It stays
Not in stubbornness
Nor in spite
It remains
To give
And to be
Everything
