Over the years, life has been shaped
and reshaped always
with an ember of belief in myself.
Although this ember so cooled
with life’s vagaries,
it never became a blackened wick.
Only when gently sheltered and,
with my soul’s breath,
did it give birth to a tiny flame.
“No one’s ever completely broken. It’s just a matter of how much
has to fall apart before the ember of life is exposed to air.”
~ Charles Eisenstein, author
Interested parties notice
the world around them
show their passion
in word and deed
they follow their curiosities
an odd use of time for those who chase curiosities in another direction. ~
Over coffee and cake,
they share lively conversation.
“The most fruitful and natural exercise for
our mind is, in my opinion, conversation.”
~ Michel de Montaigne, The Essays: A Selection
(1532 ~ 1592)
Trust is without definition.
It is the colour of water
in its vastness,
iron grey ~
troubled by rain clouds or
clear blue ~ reflecting
sun and moving cloud,
shades of green ~
at the shoreline where trees
bend to caress the water,
~ or capped by lacy froth
on a windy day.
Our only definition grows
from the details of our lives
lessons from those we grew up with until
our own definition blossoms
a definition that is confident and sure.
But trust remains without definition and
yet with a form we feel in our gut.
“To have faith is to trust yourself to the water.
When you swim you don’t grab hold of the water,
because if you do you will sink and drown.
Instead you relax, and float.”
~ Alan Wilson Watts, British philosopher
(1915 - 1973)
