Sharing smothered thoughts,
Restricted feelings abound.
Hesitation rules the imagination,
Hiding from the truth,
Although it tortures me.
Yearning for stability,
Some kind of consistency.
If only I could have it both ways!
Tag: change
Changing the world
“Whose responsibility is
It to change the world?
And what will be my
Contribution?”
First of all, I don’t think
Anyone is going to
Change the world,
Not really. Obviously,
The world has changed
In some ways, some
People say for the better.
I think we can do more.
I think we can live longer.
But are we more loving?
Do we forgive others more?
Do we have more faith, hope?
No, I don’t think so.
And I don’t think that any
Individual or group is going
To change that. Inside,
We have always been the same,
And we will always be the same.
And I certainly don’t think
Anything I do is going to change that.
And I think it is inside
That really matters.
I don’t think science
Is of everlasting importance.
I don’t think the study of history,
Or sociology, or psychology,
Or math, or English, or
Anything else, is going to
Change anything
About the world
That really matters,
At least to me.
Seasons
Life is full of change.
Some people are really good
At hiding changes in their life,
At least for a while,
Until life wears them down.
Some people you can tell
Right away that something
Has changed in their life,
But you still have to wait
To see how everything pans out.
Most of us don’t handle change
Very well. Even good change.
As they say all around,
“We are creatures of habit.”
But life has a way,
Even for those who are lucky,
Of bending your will.
Call it God, call it fate,
Or just luck. Sooner
Or later, there is going
To be a change.
When things are going well,
We fear it.
When life is hitting us hard,
We hope and pray for it.
And either way,
Most of us,
Do a funny thing—
We try to control it!
But those of us
Who have tried with
Everything we’ve got
And lost—
We know that life
Is like the weather.
There are seasons.
And within those
Seasons of life,
Anything can happen.
One thing is for sure,
And that’s nothing.
You just take
What life gives you,
And don’t worry
About the rest.
(Writer’s Island
truth and treasure
drumming so slowing so coming be something
looking so screaming so crawling so being
drinking so lifting so splitting so changing
coming through something closes in and
then a truth breaks free, breaks in, breaks down
barriers are buried and sticks in the mud
are pulled out. so what’s the truth? is there
such thing as truth? is there anything true?
anything trustworthy? is there anything safe?
anything worth investing our lives in?
is there anything worth living for?
can we trust ourselves to make a sound
and clear judgement? is that possible,
in these times? can we break free of media
bombardment and peer pressure?
what other factors cause us to twist our
values, change our minds, compromise our
priorities? where is your heart?
there is your treasure.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 