Sometimes we go
To junkyards of souls
Searching for engines
To refurb our own
And shock and behold
In wrecks bought ’n sold
We’re taught how to salvage
Jalopies of gold
Thought #41
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Perfect Trees
I do not return to perfect trees.
I return to the gnarled oak, rising alone amongst the stones,
To the burned ash, fresh leaves greeting the rising sun,
To the bound bonsai, constrained by ego yet still a tree.
I do not return to perfect trees
Except to note in verdant forests
All look alike
Yet no two rise the same.
I do not return to perfect trees
Nor clear glass windows
Nor professed saints
Yet find God upon each return.
Great Men vs. great men
Over ten years from now,
Only some of today’s Great Men of Capital
Will be remembered.
Over one hundred years from now,
Only a few of today’s Great Men of Power
Will be lionized.
Over one thousand years from now,
Only a smattering of today’s Great Men of Philosophy
Will be sung of.
Over ten thousand years from now,
Even their impact
Will be eclipsed
By the multiple of great men
Who through their small examples
Taught their children
To plant blossoms
In the gardens
Of their souls.
Great Men
Will be eclipsed
By great men.
Negotiating Terms
I believe men and women want the same thing:
To be loved on their terms.
I also believe this is not
The path to a successful relationship.
Successful relationships negotiate terms.
They start with a slow unveil of wants,
Cemented with a fast & furious exchange of
Gives
And gets
And gives
And gets
That without fanfare morphs into
Offers
And accepts
And offers
And accepts
And finally into
Anticipations
And reciprocations
And anticipations
And reciprocations
Until one day they realize they want the same thing:
To be loved on their terms.
Thought #40
Places are not sacred.
The people we share them with
Make them so.
And sometimes, when I share them
With no one but myself,
I know I am not alone.
A. B. Clarke 