Make Sense

I've often been a little troubled in my life.

(photo by Art Durand Photography)

Make Sense

2/8/11

Every person views a different world,

feels emotions unique unto themselves

in varying magnitude, for different reasons,

and thoughts contemplated are diverse,

there is no one who can follow

or fit any mold our living might depict,

each of us alone on singular journey

though we may walk side by side

along similar path of understanding,

agreeing life plays out in patterned ways

with myriad systems to contemplate Mystery,

using filters that activate comfort, discomfort,

opening us for lessons, inspiration, wisdom,

again particular to personal place in time,

yet, I must shamefully confess

through my life and most recently responding

on blog where a dying man is writing his experiences,

bravely, without censor or apology

for how he's lived and who he is,

I arrogantly, minus sensitive forethought,

throw out my 'two cents' as if it mattered,

thinking I 'know something', have an exalted view

from my 'fragile glass house' on ridge top,

when in reality it reveals I'm a fool,

full of bravado, crap, just playing with concepts

to 'make sense' so I feel safely in control.