Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Examination


What is wise?
What is strong?
What is clear?
What is full of trust?

A silent breeze.
A spider's thread.
A starlit night.
A singing sparrow.

2 comments:

Dr. Mike said...

Poem

I always wanted your wings
So I could soar across the Grand Canyon

I never wanted your pride,
Indifferent to animals caught in your claws.

I understand your screech
Because I too cannot carry a tune.

We do the best we can,
Feathering nests in order to survive.

If only other people would stop
Admiring us for what we are not.

[Disposable Poem October 26, 2011]
Dr. Mike

The Crow said...

A thing is only what it is, when compared to something else.
Uncompared: It Is.
Uncompared: I Am.
It is: without limit.
I am: it.

It is: I.

Everywhere, everything, always...