Sunday, June 23, 2013

If you could figure out
Why you're crying would it then justify?
If you could reason your emotions into the ground 
Would it by default make decisions for others as well?
If you could argue for the change you're embarking on in the darkness
Would the groves of the answers be lit for your eyes searching?
If you could make the past disappear 
Would you be who you are?

None of these are a solve. None of these enough to stop you from trying. 
Trying in the first place. 
The turnout is not the ambition after all, it seems. 
Education in living richly- to love!

Middle of the path

Wheelbarrows churn down into the groves
A path they know well
No surprises
At least they know they're in control of their burdens.

The road stretches before them
When
All of a sudden
Flowers!
Pop right up in front of the wheel. 
Screech to a halt 
Investigate 
Find delight, multiplicity and compliment
Waiting just inside the bunch.

Wheelbarrows squeak on again
This time, their attention on the flowers
Riding home.