Every beautiful thing, starts with a foolish thing
like planting seeds…
the daffodils don’t debate their beauty.
If your life is empty, even though it is full of manure
that’s okay, because art grows out of what we don’t know what to do with
what we don’t know how to use
what seemingly—has no purpose
is a beautiful thing.
We plant our daisies in a box
but nature doesn’t follow our order
it embraces chaos
into our carefully controlled routines
and we are off, to wonderland.
I’ve been trying to appreciate the poets
from the past
and some of them, I can.
I wonder, how many people I try to appreciate
What is this world, but full of experiences?
Give me the good, but not the bad? No. I want it all.
I have realized that most people are trying to protect themselves from being hurt
Their whole lives are a prison of work, so they will have money to fall back on
but they don’t experience the good and the bad
Just a narrow perception
like seeing a dim room, through a keyhole
and not wanting to open the door.
It’s a shame people don’t want to explore
this limited life
they have been given.
Don’t they remember, when they were young
following the train tracks
into the past and the future?
You can spend a lifetime getting to know someone
and they will still surprise you
You may even surprise yourself.
Here’s the trick:
You can’t control what you don’t know
and you can’t know, what you don’t know,
from your previous experiences.
Open your mind, like those puffs of seeds
carried by the wind
and you can go anywhere.
I love the librarians
and they love children
Maybe, I’m a child.
Books. Books. Books.
My library card has been cultivating love for a long time
check them out
Otherwise, you might get a fine.
I don’t mind, though
I love my library.