the complications of one's life are dull knives
in a jar
soapy water upon the dirtiest idea
all the answers speak at once
allowing few to hear the sunshine through
the pelting of a rainstorm
but it is there
the best advice for self and all
is never fear
fear is but a darkness hovering in the doorway
of this illusion we maneuver ourselves through
as gracefully and as ungracefully as we too often
can
gazing upon the mirror of life
I see so much horror glaring back at me
from far too many discouraged faces
death too often can be but an antidote for confusion
'tis a remarkable day for the thinker who feels
deepest
that all the world is his playpen
angling to be better observed
(written Feb 28,2004 155am)