In the ocean of knowledge, some people will swim on the surface of understanding, some will snorkel just below it, and a few will scuba dive down to the depths. Some will also choose to remain forever on the beach.
without saying anything at all,
as though they’d seen it all,
yet still accept
because they know
that nothing lasts forever,
I couldn’t remember a time when you were not there.
For every childhood joy, you were there.
If I scraped a knee, or shed a tear, you were there.
Time moved forward, yet you stood still
and watched, while I grew.
Your familiar loft had welcomed me when once I snuck in
to steal my first kiss —
a secret you never betrayed.
I’ll always remember how wondrously foreign everything felt in that moment!
Nestled on the crest of an impossibly verdant hill,
it seemed as if the land itself had birthed you,
so perfectly were you situated.
Your unassuming white doors were a backdrop
for every spring’s breathtaking palette of colors;
and your ruddy red walls were like a warm beacon
which could be seen from miles distant defying winter’s gloom.
The passing years took me away;
yet nostalgia urged a return —
and so pleasant memories of simpler days
frolicked in my mind as I ambled once more
through your forested enclosure.
I never dreamed that when I emerged
you would not be there.
But too long had I been gone, for you did not greet me.
What I saw in your place, most called progress —
though I will always know better —
and so I resolved to build you anew with my pen.
Connection is a mysterious thing
which people can share — it makes us sing!
It’s like the grape to the parent vine,
yet more complex and hard to define.
As if a web that a spider’s spun,
it weaves two minds until they are one;
the simplest of gifts any might give —
since if alone, for what would we live?
Yet what composes such ethereal glue?
Just the words which we say, and the things that we do.
So peer real close — straight down to its heart —
now surely you’ll see that love’s the main part.
Ah, caring and sharing, what joy to be
mingling forever in such company!
Yes, friend — you and I, I and you —
I know nothing else more true.
Life is relationship.
Tranquility is essential for the soul to grow and flourish, but adversity is the gauge by which the extent and limits of its peace is measured.
Never sacrifice eternity to the desire of a moment.