I can't decide what I want to do when I grow up (and if I want to get there before I die I guess I'd better begin!), I'm on a plateau physically and spiritually -- neither the body weight nor the mental weight are moving, and my sense of place and purpose are tenuous at best.
Some mornings I feel more perplexed than usual at the conundrum of life. After pondering the "why this's" and "why thats" and reading BILLBOOO's blog on getting back on-purpose, ROSALIEESTHER's on being in appreciation of life, KALIGIRL's on meditation and CRYSTALJEM's on finding the teacher within, I turned this morning to poetry, and who should pop up but a favorite, Billy Collins, always there to dish out "kitchen table wisdom." He, like my SparkFriends above, spoke to me...perhaps he will to you as well. But you can always check out the aforementioned blogs if you prefer!
I pour a coating of salt on the table
and make a circle in it with my finger.
This is the cycle of life
I say to no one.
This is the wheel of fortune,
the Arctic Circle.
This is the ring of Kerry
and the white rose of Tralee
I say to the ghosts of my family,
the dead fathers,
the aunt who drowned,
my unborn brothers and sisters,
my unborn children.
This is the sun with its glittering spokes
and the bitter moon.
This is the absolute circle of geometry
I say to the crack in the wall,
to the birds who cross the window.
This is the wheel I just invented
to roll through the rest of my life
touching my finger to my tongue.
-- Billy Collins, from The Art of Drowning
Dubbed “the most popular poet in America” by Bruce Weber in the New York Times, Billy Collins is famous for conversational, witty poems that welcome readers with humor but often slip into quirky, tender or profound observation on the everyday, reading and writing, and poetry itself. John Updike praised Collins for writing “lovely poems...limpid, gently and consistently startling, more serious than they seem, they describe all the worlds that are and were and some others besides.”
Oh, and here's one take on true happiness via David Lynch: