Broken Glass

Strange are the ways,

of shattered glass,

better left broken at times,

than held, in hurting caress.

But we hold no grudge,

we yield to reason,

it was not the day,

just was not the season.

But it isn't our failing,

that we obey our heart,

that the meaning in our eyes,

forked wide apart.

But can scattered pieces,

and but a spoonful of glue,

bear the drops again,

and stop the spew?

The day may never come,

or maybe isn't yet here,

when we dare blow at dust,

settled deep on a crusted tear.

Strange are the ways,

of shattered glass,

better left broken?

than held, in hurting caress?

Hmm

There is a lot in life I associate with dogs. I could say my first friend was a dog. The kinds that don't mind when you pull their ears and wake them up... just because you are bored. (Only to pay it back on the Sunday morning when you don't have to wake up early for school.)

My first brush with death was a dog. He went out one day and never made it back... too much enthusiasm for his own good. Not unlike Marley of Marley & Me. Why do I rant about this now? I just finished watching that movie. There are these words at the end,
"A dog has no use for fancy cars, big homes, or designer clothes. A water log stick will do just fine. A dog doesn't care if your rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb. Give him your heart and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special? How many people can make you feel extraordinary?"

Someone once called me someone's dog. Whatever the context, if only I could be that pure...

Enlightenment!

Being happy is not that hard. All you need is something to do... and appreciate the something you do.

Contradictions

I wonder how slightly pensive, idealistic, aimless, over analyzing talk can coexist with extremely focused and ruthlessly practical walk.