Thinking...direction

I think it's official, I think therefore I am, right? What you ask, well "I am lost!" figuratively speaking of course. I am lost on the seas of life in the sail boat of uncertainty, drifting into the abyss of blue that taunts me so. I am without coordinates though I am feverishly groping in a steadfast direction. Will the wind pick up or shall I remain as I am...only time can tell...quite the quandary, if I do say so myself.

D.V.

Mistakes

What a mistake to make...who said that? Well that really doesn't matter because at some point we all say it. The trick it not to let the mistake defeat you but rather to learn and grow from it. You can liken it to a baby learning to walk. With every step comes the chance of falling but they still try and more importantly when they do fall they get back up and try again. It really is that simple. So with every mistake big and small I say, shake it off and take big steps until the walk is over.

Have a great weekend world
D.V.

As I ponder...

I am the least of that which surrounds me, yet my heart beats as though I were a tumbleweed in a furious wind storm, racing to catch up maybe even to get ahead.

In truth I am often content being behind, never wanting for that which brings noise and fury. Yet I still find I crave the fulfillment of its emptiness. It makes me wonder; what is it that makes the dull sparkle and as such, what causes sparks to fade?

I know that some things are simply above my level of cognitive reasoning, but that does not mean I cannot ponder, so I do…I ponder and mull over that and this, and this and that…Ever the empty vessel in search of overflow. I suspect that’s why God made dreams, I can imagine Freud is voicing his disgust with me for having the audacity to say that but such is the beauty of questions. Why else would we dream a little dream if not to make it bigger? It is the ultimate flame, starting in the least assuming way and growing with every breath that we take. Blazing unforgivingly until we quench it or it runs out of fuel. Still, I am merely the speck of insignificance that dwells in the void of significance, so it really doesn’t matter what I think or does it?

Deo Volente

October 2, 2011

I Ponder

As I ponder, as I wonder

do the stars look down and smile

does the wind that flow about me

wish to linger for a while.

I can see them, every sparkle

dew at rest upon the grass

are they tears of Mother nature

for the things that do not last

I hear rumble, clouds that grumble

as the sun puts up a fight

though defeated it is humbled

for the rain drops are contrite

As I ponder, still I wonder

burning candles slowly fade

dreams that tarry in the distance

on a path, yet to be laid.

Deo Volente

October 6, 2011