Good morning. Welcome to poetry day on the blog. What I love about poetry is the mystery in it. Sometimes I write a poem, and it is still an enigma, even to me, as to what the poem really means. Writing a poem is like going into the deep tombs of yourself, and discovering unusual, foreign writing on the wall, and quickly and excitedly transcribing this strange writing, without fully understanding the meaning behind it. Reading a poem offers this same mercurial experience. Undoubtedly, there is a different meaning and truth that comes from any poem, from every reader of it. Everyone’s own experiences and emotions are what brings the context to the meaning in any collection of words. Here is my poem for the day:
The Universe has a way of getting really bored of my stubborn streak,
While I hem and haw and analyze, and strategize, and collect my allies,
The Universe says, Enough already!
And tends to make the changes that I couldn’t make for myself,
in one fell swoop. And then we Both sigh in utter relief.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
Here is the question of the day from 3000 Questions About Me:
2361. Complete this thought: All roads lead to . . . ?