Why do I smile?

Why do I smile?

Is it because I have won?
because I haven't.

Is it because my life is tranquil?
because it isn't.

Is it because it is me she shows her smile?
Is it because he thinks he is funny?

Is it because at it's core - I enjoy life -
My life

I am smiling.

Story Snippets #1:

Starlight dripped from the tip of his blade as the dust rippled across the ground. It was almost as if you could see his concentration, blue in shade, taking shape just as the mountain reaches for the gods. His hair was dark and, where it usually hung to his shoulders, now billowed radially outwards. He was wearing a tight, black silk t-shirt; the muscles of his chest seemed etched in marble. His pants, likewise, free-flowing to the ground where they met the black leather of his boots, were also black silk. He jumped, and disappeared from my sight.

DA

The Waste Land
T.S. Eliot

V. What the Thunder Said

DA
Datta, dayadhvam, damyata
Give, Sympathise, Control


DA

For the Humans
Naturally greedy

Datta - Give


DA

For the Demons
Naturally cruel

Dayadhvam - Be compassionate


DA

For the Lesser gods
Naturally unruly

Damyata - Control yourselves


Practice:

Self-control,
Giving and
Mercy

What the Thunder Said

Poetry Series #3:

The dawn is unrelenting

Each time I turn around there is another drop of amber in sky's glass
And each day comes anew with a blaze across the cityscape
Blinding the ritual trek to public transportation.

The dusk is eternal

Each time the sun sets I am left with the insistence of the time piece hanging from the wall,
And I have work to do.

The midnight is tranquil

And drops of peace before I rest.

The Music Man

The mind flits from thought to thought
The hand cracks from overuse
The pressure of ivory on the back of the thumb - on the nail
The free-flow of creativity
As - the man's hands dance over the keys

The words run together like joggers in Central Park
Giving the listener - Not, the answer - but rather a place to start
He plays his voice into the feedback of the PA
As he plays the piano - The chords dancing between notes like -
An oboe?

He makes me smile.

Just doing the usual

So after I played shrink with a certain broadway-loving friend of mine I told her the title and subtitle of my blog.

Her response: "Oh My God so you're like Jesus!!"

Yup,
Wha' happen

It is you.

At post 90 this one takes it back to the original point of the blog

Life goes on
It is there even if
You are not.
Time moves

You can either live it
Or take it away,
But you hurt yourself
In passing -

Take charge of who you are -
Your mind can change, not,
What is around you,
But what is within -

You control who you are
But,
By leaving the wheel to another,
You live only in misery -

You can lie there -
Watching the clouds Pass
Over your head
And hating your insignificance

Or you can stand up
Face the world, not,
With optimism,
But with purpose.

Who is it
That you want to be?
What makes you
Who you are?

It is you.