Slow and not slow.
Some insights come easily.
Some take a lifetime to gain.
Do I come to them
because I go looking for them?
Or do I come to them
because they are calling me by name?
Some are found in seeking.
Some are found in silence.
Do they come to me
because it is time for me to have them?
Or do they come to me
because I petition the Divine?
Some come when ready.
Some come when called.
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There’s something lonely in the blogosphere
Hanging flypaper out for little gods
To posit antidotes to fear
And silence before they disappear
There’s something lovely in the blogosphere
Quite random like a jack-in-the-box
Popping in and out to revere
And make intuition persevere
[Disposable Poem December 4, 2010]
Dr. Mike
... and such is the beauty of nature.
The paradox.
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