Ego

Starve the ego,

feed the soul.

"Apologising doesn't always mean that you're wrong and the other person is right.

It just means that you value your relationship more than your ego."

Prague

This is a city,

that hums a tune.

Music is built into the city,

it wafts around like the smell of

breakfast and coffee in the morning.

Waking up to old jazz and classical, 

even the cobbled streets join in with horses feet

and rubber tyres.

And maybe in the evening, after a few,

parts of her may admit her struggles with the bottle,

you may even hear a hickup of cheese and trash from clubs. But

This is a city

that hums a tune.

And in the morning, 

there are no hangovers, as
sweet music wafts over

cobbled streets once more.

Lust and Disgust

As I walk through the shadow

of the valley of opulence,

I feel the lust and disgust of

power and wealth.

Self Assessment

The good must doubt their own goodness

in order to make themselves good.

It's better to doubt the truth,

than be convinced of a lie.

Round

Understanding more does not often produce

sharpness of resolve or integrity because

when we see all sides, there are 

few left to despise.

Does understanding make us like a soft, round object

with only neutered impact on the world?

Even after full understanding, 

the crux is the same.

You pick a direction,

you play a role,

you find happiness, nobility and honour,

regardless.

It's all there to be found.

But only if you can see it.

Brevity

From here on, I must be satisfied by

brevity.
Gone are long days to savour, now only

short encounters, sweet and fast.

But as if more time would satisfy!

Besides, time can dull and dilute,

it smooths over, until strokes appear softer

and perhaps they are more manageable,

but it does not make them reveal

any more answers.

Brevity is able to satisfy, it must be.

The young long brush strokes are

degrading into a more granular and complex beauty.

This beauty lies in the strokes and colours,

but more still in the picture as a whole.

I must learn to love the small things,

the short things, nuance and insinuation.

Reflection will enable me to find a lot

from a little, exhuming those hidden gems

that I would have missed before.

From here on, small brushes are more powerful,

the background hues have dried.

Now, to add detail!

Honest Gold

I've found that the most profound moments,

often blind-side you from the shallowest sources.

You don't always need to search deep

to find honest gold.

These Old Walls

I don't see bricks any more
or hardened mortar,
or what these walls once supported,
or blocked, or protected
or divided.

Sometimes, I see cracks,
or people idly leaning,
or clambering plants climbing,
or pigeons, or street graffiti
or lichen.

Maybe, if you felt called,
you'd delve deeper into history,
you'd find the mud that made the bricks
or the schematics of the architect
or the unique skill of the builder.
Maybe, eventually you'd find why
these cracks form, these pigeons rest
or these people lean.

If you didn't, who would?
Occasionally these bricks are mocked
by coloured aerosols, or relieving drunks, but
they are largely indifferent to time, or reason
or season.

They stand because they were incepted
by those before us,
remnant legacies that carve out our own future, simply by being.
But who are they to affect us? They who don't care about
these plants climbing, graffiti spraying
or people leaning.

They offer no compensating answer other than that
they were here. First.
Discovering any reason in these old walls
is not about the walls at all.
So it seems, I was called for this.
To celebrate things, because they are.
Because I am.

Christmas Come Early

Having Christmas come early

is wonderful and exciting,

but it leaves me confused about what

will now happen instead on December 25th.

Both

What established your provenance?

Predestination? or Chance?

Yup.

Myself

"I can explain sir,

Because you see,

I was not myself."

"Who were you then?"

Thaw

You don't have to forget,

you don't even have to forgive,

just at least move on.

At least keep on.

Don't Shake the Glass

Separate love from drama,

Love that is active,

Drama that is reactive.

As insecurities precipitate

to the bottom, what's left 

is purified and concentrated

A noble life seeks to 

find love in its purest.

Common

What if you lost what makes you rare, special?

Can you?

Explode

I am so amazed

(and a bit overwhelmed)

by the sheer amount of pure,

unselfish love there is building up

and bubbling out from inside of you.