Convergence at a distance confuses The mind's eye, maybe even the eye Plain and simple, although there is Nothing simple [or plain] about it, The eye is complex and complicated. The bridges converging to the north Merge and blend running at parallel Tracks and turns, the shapes and the Angles unique, distinctly different, Each going its own way, whichever Road it follows in a swoop or a semi Circle, straight or narrow, there's a Twist too, but you are too far away And the converging roads confuse
Am I happy with myself? Do I benefit from the doubt? Is there a doubt? What is The benefit? Splitting the Difference: What difference Will it make? Curious, isn't It? I am happiest, no doubt, When my curiosity piques.
Which topics would you like to be more informed about?
I want to know it all, but who
Has the time to be that wise or
All-knowing. It may take effort
I can't expend; find too hard to
Do. I like sharing short bits of
Esoteric information I release
Off a short leash to a surprised
Audience or one that's prepared
Perhaps better than I and with
A deeper understanding. Whys
And wherefores escape me as
I navigate a wealth of knowledge
I don't truly own or possess, but
Just skirt around and touch upon.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
Lessons deferred from life's great Smorgasbord of thought, we feast Off a table of ideas and philosophy, Wondering what it is we should know. Knowing what I know now that I did Not know then. So hard to distinguish Lessons learned from those deferred. Wish I knew which is which, what is What. Lesson learned. Is it too late?
Spaghetti, (give a little bow), meet sauce. Sauce softens the passage and makes a path Smoother. Pasta craves its sauce for flavor, I guess I do, too. Meat sauce or just olive oil or Butter and cheese. Spaghetti, meet sauce.
It's interesting how complicated our Lives can be. Of course, it's complicated That makes it interesting. Variety is the Spice, they say, and they are very wise. Variety keeps it interesting. A little of This, a lot of that, some more from the Other and your life is a stew. Complex, Full of flavors, seasoned with the new, The unexpected. It's interesting how Complicated makes it all interesting.
"Where you go," says Carole King in A paean to love, friendship, and yes Loyalty, "I will follow." It's clear she's Not volunteering to lead. She'll win When she answers your call. It's the Dance of life, backward in heels, step Lively and carefully, keeping rhythm Holding onto your vision, you listen Wait to follow the leader, you're hep It's the game of life, and you will go Where it leads. Following your heart. Let it lead to wherever it goes. Smart. You know this dance. Go quick, go slow.
My evening is a long unwinding. If it's 5 o'clock or 6, I am finding Reasons to chill, ways to be still At the end of our day, I first fill My time with the quiet that is Singular to the darkening skies The sun goes down in silence It's peaceful, dusk is guidance
A dip in the - not bragging- Olympic pool Makes an ordinary day that much better. Rinse and repeat. Walk in sunshine, cool. Grab a tall, superb latte in a quiet corner. As seven days pass, we can string them Into a week. One idyll after t'other marks Time passing slowly and quick, it's a gem Every week the best in my memory lurks.
Name the professional athletes you respect the most and why.
Skills thrills goosebumps and chills These guys can hit, run, score points. Jump hurdles, too; some of them will. All that we admire even aspire to do.
Tamara, really 