Tuesday, April 08, 2008

a whole lotta nothin

Once empty careful what you fill with

Look how far I can stick my hand in the cracks

Tread on me lightly

Perhaps the view would be better if I lay face down

Don't pull with your arms push with your legs

Really what good is a compass without a map

What good is a map if you don't know where you are

I want to lie with the tree that fell by itself in the forest - face down

If I keep pushing maybe I'll break through

Sometimes I miss the frozen lake and the hollowing wind


San said...

Great Plan B/alternate advice/right brain wisdom.

I love the way you throw out these disparate gems of re-visioning and yet, you pull them together in places, connect the dots.

Keep pushing with those legs. You'll break through. I have a clue.

murat11 said...

Bless you, you're on tree time now. No maps. (Or as Van would say, "No Guru, No Method, No Teacher.")

Definitely the legs: definitely.

jsd said...

thanks guys...by the way I just got emailed today to telephone interview Friday.

Lee said...

Morning, JS. I liked the poem although some of it puzzled me. For me the face down part works. So did the kid sticking her hand in a crack. Fun stuff there. Kind of solitary exploring.

I really like the news that you are to get yet another interview. Same place?

We've got rain!

Hope! & Hugs!

Angel... said...

I came through San's blog...I love it.. good I found you.

Nice blog

jsd said...

lee: no a different company, sounds cool on paper.

jsd said...

Angel: Why thank you :-)

Anonymous said...

tee, hee, giggle, chortle

the wife

ps: what good is a map without me