You can’t let life happen to you; nor can you plan your own life. Just listen and observe to what the world puts in front of you, and respond accordingly.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Sunday, February 3, 2013
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Nothing to say
A twisted mess of
a ball
Made from paper
pulled out of a notebook
Ripped from a
ream and cut from sheets upon sheets upon sheets spanning for miles across the
plane of earth where forests house the trees that were lopped into stumps,
shredded, flattened, pressed into the very paper that lies still upon the table
cut from the same spruce which crinkles as I flick it onto the cold floor
… … … … …
The floor holds
the paper ball, never disturbing it
It will only move
when I pick it up again
It contains all
that for which I try to say and have no need
… … … … …
Poetry
If I had no
possessions, I would give everything I had
To anyone who
asked in any form of need
If I had no
possessions, I would ask for the shirt off my brother’s back
I would share
others’ things with others
If I had no
possessions, I would live amongst everyone, all of the time
No sense of
ownership to weigh us down or tether us
To a world of which we
only know its four walls
The walls all
fall down, one by one with each precious item we let go of with the same,
shared love we all have of the ground we walk on
If I had no
possessions, and you had no possessions except that which you and I hold in
this singular moment together,
We could all be
free to touch the untouchable, reach the unreachable, accomplish the unattainable
Then love might prevail.
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