What will you do?What will you dotomorrow?What will you dowhen you get up from your computer?What will you dowhen you leave this page?What will you dowhen you finish reading this?What will you dowhen you reach the end of this line?What will you dowhen you reach the end of this wor........d?What will you donow?
UltimateThe ultimate poemis the one that doesn't have to be written.The ultimate storyis the one that doesn't have to be told.The ultimate thoughtis the one that doesn't have to be thought.The ultimate peaceis the one that I don't have.
Between a rock and a hard placIf I smile at someone as I walk past them on the way back to my car, it might be the icing on the cake of an extraordinarily good day for that person. The smile on their face, combined with a glimpse of the evening sun streaming through the clouds, might make them relax and slow their hurried stride. They will get to their car a few minutes later than if I hadn't smiled at them, and moments down the road, theirs will be the first car to drive off at a green traffic light, instead of going through the intersection on the previous cycle. And they will be hit by a car running the red light in the opposite direction. Their leg will be crushed in the impact, and they will be wheelchair bound for the rest of their life. The inevitable strain on their relationship will lead to divorce, and the devastated children will not see the point of continuing with their schooling, drop out and seek refuge in drugs.No... I'd be better off staying a
Give and Take IVA true teacher teachesnot by adding to your mind,but by taking away the things that hide what's already there.
Is it a pebble?Is it a pebble? Or a boulder? It's hard to tell in the dark with nothing to compare its size to. Smooth and egg-shaped, glistening white and wet in the moonlight.Inside it's a zig-zag fold of spine on chest on thighs on hamstrings on calves on shins on the ground. Forehead, back of wrists and tops of ankles immovable, pressing against the Earth. Black oil oozes out from the stretched skin, running away in droplets from the bumpy ridge of the spine, leaving filmy black streaks on the moonlit skin and forming a black puddle around the rock. We'll just leave it there... it looks like it's best not to disturb it.