How confusing it all is.
'Humility' suggests crouching.
But what it means is relaxing,
Allowing happiness to happen.
Everything we think is wrong.
'Analysis' is a nagging mind.
'Intuition' a disaster.
In 'on my honor' there is no honor.
Wipe me empty, make me clean
Transplant your brain in mine.
Rewrite my lexicography.
Make words my friends again.
(2006)
Sounds like a break-through is on the way, Mike, so hold on tight.
Word meanings and pronunciations that change and there we are, stuck in the rut of not wanting our worlds to change....why else would we have invented 'writer's block? ' Then again, you could be in my boat, aging, when the words just won't come at all, until three hours later when you don't need them anymore! Scarlett
The words are only fickle friends. Mere visitors, calling where they feel welcome, and arranging themselves in a relaxed and attractive manner. Would you go on holiday/vacation to the same resort everytime? I suggest you take a brake, build a theme park that's never been thought of, and they will be back like a plague bringing all the relatives in tow! Danny (Possibly in same rut?)
Ya mike sometimes my brain needs a 'reboot' as well, nice poem dave
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This one is beautiful and heartfelt, Mike....new thoughts..'what is means is relaxing, allowing happiness to happen.' I have always thought that no words are necessary in prayer and you have said it well. Raynette