Brief Moments

Saturday morning with gray overcast skies Steady winds in Pure Southwest Michigan Weekend Edition feeding awareness in the background Lists of deadlines swirl in neurons unwritten As reminders to do, not stresses that harm The lapdogs run through the mountains of logs That the electric company felled in hopes Of protecting their precarious lines While yapping at the neighbors four times their size Through the boundary fences of backyards So many rush through daily agendas Unfocused on meaning and purpose As completion becomes the only objective That quality falls or service substandard With mediocrity ruling the journey The children are taught by observation That activity levels measure success With no planned moments of nothingness Time to search internally and find The purpose and meaning of who we are Stop! He shouted from keyboards and classrooms Listen! To nothing but the soul of reflection Wait! In the moment of existence Dream! From within, not bin...

     The more I know the less I understand, which is why I've resolved to admit my ignorance.  If I were to approach our conversation with the knowledge I've gained from being a voracious reader, superb mentors and years of failure and success, my position of "knowing" inhibits me from giving you the attention you deserve.  I can't understand you, because I'm too busy formulating my next demonstration of expertise to really listen.      You'll know it too, because you can see in the eyes that the listener isn't home at the moment while searching the synapses for an electrical impulse of a connection between previously unconnected neurons.      The more studying I do in the wide variety of subjects that keep me reading when I should be sleeping or some other menial task, the more I clearly and completely understand that there is more existent knowledge than I can possibly hope to gain in a lifetime. Which is why w...