Archive for world
November 11, 2008 at 9:33 pm · Filed under 7 Least Popular, love, Philosophy, Poetry and tagged: africa, heartache, heat, memories, Senegal, struggle, tango, Thiès, voyage, world
A voyage to West Africa to live in a foreign land,
where first your mind, then body, then your heart settled in.
You struggled just to stay alive, to make it through each day.
Your world became much smaller, yet so big in many ways.
Though Senegal seems far away, training so long ago.
Of all my fondest memories, there is this one, I know.
The sand, the heat, the heartache all were daunting, yes,
But I’ll always recall learning to Tango in Thiès.
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November 8, 2008 at 6:47 pm · Filed under Philosophy, Poetry, Ramblings and tagged: blessing, choices, esp, future, inevitable, options, possibility, potential, sight, universe, world
Sometime I am crippled by my ability to see into the future.
Paralyzed.
Some think this a blessing,
but if they saw the inevitable,
where would be the mystery in life?
What would be worth doing?
I see all possible outcomes of every action.
At once, this is a blessing. I know all the ways of life.
And it is a curse in that choices are hard to make.
To choose one option is to destroy all other options,
paths, or possibilities.
Can I destroy all that potential?
Aye, there’s the rub.
By choosing one universe, I destroy all others.
Of course, it is my universe.
I guess I can do with it what I please,
including putting it on hold for a while.
We’ll see.
Someday, I’ll absorb the world. HA!
or it will absorb me.
October 26, 2008 at 1:31 am · Filed under 7 Least Popular, Philosophy, Poetry and tagged: battered, decadent sweets, finest wine, flown, frail, glove, gray, old, savory meats, small, taste, water, well, world
Even though I have flown over the globe a couple times,
making the world seem small,
thinking I know it all,
Still, I come back to the well,
where that cool, sweet water sure does taste good.
Even though I have sipped the finest wine money can buy,
eaten savory meats,
the most decadent sweets
Still, I come back to the well,
where that cool, sweet water sure does taste good.
Even though I may one day be battered, frail, old, and gray
I will walk, crawl, or creep
To those deep waters, deep.
Still, I’ll come back to the well,
where that cool, sweet water sure does taste good.
