If I have a talent for something,
where does that talent lie --
in me or in the Tao from which I arise?
If I am skilled in certain tasks,
am I the source of these abilities,
or do they flow from the Divine?
When I claim what is not mine,
I become responsible
for the calamities that follow.
When I let go of what is not mine,
I become the bearer of gifts
I could never afford on my own.
Lightning Bug
ReplyDeleteDo you think before you dance?
Do your million filaments tweet?
Who wouldn’t be drawn to the light
After guiding the poets through?
There was always a second chance
At the end of every week
When you got the numbers right
And no one at the office knew.
To second guess romance
Means playing a hunch, discreet
As blushing in the night
Over who is kissing who.
[Disposable Poem November 20, 2010]
Dr. Mike