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)
Cared about, I still felt lost, then
I looked to my feet. I knew that
only I could direct them
where and when I would go
in this day and time of mine.
My wandering mind took me to
places filled with shining promise
along with stories I told myself
until I shaded in colours of reality,
mixed with dreams I hold dear.
“We are such stuff as dreams are made on,
and our little life is rounded with a sleep.”
~ William Shakespeare, The Tempest
