As you know, I’ve lost some poems
For some I didn’t mind the losing
But others, the few of significance,
losing them has brought me nothing
Language, and the ever expanding volume of words, is a collection of venn diagrams. From one thousand feet up it looks just like a storm cloud. At the smallest scale, it seems like cells in a state of mitosis; splitting and fragmenting – all from one original idea. One day, I hope I’ll get to meet the speaker from whose lips came the great, indelible origin of it all. Now I’m not a betting man, but I’m guessing the first word sounded something … like love.
All of it’s gone –
I packed it into little boxes
and gave it away
Now I stand
With a whole lot of nothing
It’s the most I’ve ever had
I wonder where I’ll put it
“If I come without a thing, then I come with all I need.”
Less bondage, More freedom
Less stuff, More joy
I do want more, but it’s not material, it’s love
I constantly have to slow down and reset.
- When I get really sad
- When I become overly confident and emotional
- When I take things too seriously
I always have to reset and when I do, I ask myself the same question:
What do you know for sure?
My faith is not bulletproof. My relationships aren’t either. Few things are.
I do know for sure that I enjoy driving late at night and contemplating. Thinking about whatever I feel is pressing and worth mulling over. For the same reason, I enjoy walking, deep in thought, after the sun has gone down.
There is something peaceful about the quiet of a December night and the feeling that everyone in the world is tucked away in their beds, but me. It isn’t so much that I feel powerful, but perhaps that I am experiencing a special moment designed for me centuries ago.
Frequently, I come to the conclusion that I can’t come to any conclusions. I struggle to define what really matters. However, the things I know for sure, center around ideas like: peace, contentment and tranquility. Quiet moments of clarity give me a glimpse of what is important and what is lasting. Those things, I want to hold on to forever.
When my heart is softened,
How quickly I move to tears
How quickly I move to laughter
How quickly I move to joy.