Finding Humanity

It is easy to long for what we do not have; it isn’t so easy to long for the things we have had. It has been said that ‘what comes easy isn’t worth the effort,’ which isn’t always true.

Yet we should learn how to view the world – to see the beauty in things that exist outside of ourselves; that which is not us, and cannot be … and yet, that is perfect.

Being fully conscious even when we are tired, completely aware of our self-consciousness and fear; in touch with that which makes us most human. Who are we? Who am I?

A name, a brain, a heart, a soul. Something more. Some thing more human … palpable, electric, alive.

People tell me that I’m very perceptive. How perceptive of them. And how wonderful that anyone would take time to think about me.

How should we learn to be less selfish? To think of others; truly love someone else; live in the moment instead of over-thinking it.

The light of life is in simple pleasures: A song you love to hear and the voice you love to hear sing it; paintings, art, nature; sports, and the elation of victory; and the humanity of the victor embracing his opponent.

The way we touch others – with or without our hands … Our words, our hearts, our minds, our thoughts.

There is a purity in words with 4 letters. Even the power of those less beautiful words, all 4 letters steeped in meaning.

When serenity reaches out for us – teaches us to love, the question becomes: How do we use the lesson to repay the world for its kindnesses … its challenges to us, the opportunities we have to rise to the occasion, reach for the brass ring or simply the opportunity to rise at all?

the left-handed poet

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Especially in light of the bombings that took place yesterday during the Boston Marathon, I thought this beautiful and reflective poem was certainly appropo to post this day.
~ Poetry Life