In looking for
I have found
not what I
want but is
and that disharmony
grates against grace
two pieces of
rough grit sandpaper
desperately trying to
find a fit
an impossible alignment
of disparate pebbles
never to align
only to accept
that any movement
will cause friction
and further pain
is this then
what dating is
damage to or
at best the
removal of layers
to eventually get
to what exactly
Category: Meditation
Back
Talk less
about yourself
listen more
make them
wonder what
mystery tempts
and aloof
causes curiosity
don’t run
after instead
walk away
your back
is stronger
Seeds
What I don’t
understand is this
once found the
dream I mean
it becomes normal
what do I
do with wishes
aren’t they the
seeds of dreams
planted in the
minds of men
Sand
I no longer
walk the beaches
of weak character
those shifting sands
of broken promises
and mind changes
that shift with
whatever front comes
along no longer
seems to be
the only antidote
that balances out
indecisions lethargic lethality
on to grass
I will go
Barber
Hammer and chisel
scissor and shear
spade and rake
does it matter
when making beauty
marble hair soil
when one can
using one’s hands
take imagination and
make it imagine
and then make
it just so
an artisan uses
their hands like
dancing with life
