I am the least of that which surrounds me, yet my heart
beats as though I were a tumbleweed in a furious windstorm, 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 the 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 raindrops 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
