medial
over half way through life
and the lines upon our faces,
illustrate,
illuminate,
trivialities
of our senselessness during youth;
to which we now pacify
ourselves to contentment
passing off
the realities of:
divorce,
re-love,
resentful offspring,
downsizing,
and mental constipation.
pacifying ourselves
to the point where
a cognitive roadblock
prevents some viable beginning
or ending.
yet we are caught between a
left brain / right brain
dichotomous process of thinking
between the corporate professional
and the striving academician;
between the philosopher
and the poet;
between the artist
and the engineer.
giving up our youth
for prosperity.
the moon means nothing more
than the incandescence we apply to it.
EjG
Solomon looked at the Scribe and asked, "Do you feel like you have accomplished that which you had intended to accomplish in life?"
And the scribe shook his head back and forth to indicate he had not.
"So then what should we do?" asked Solomon.
And the Scribe said, "We should look back at the premise and the philosophy of the Crossroad. Its time is more prevalent than ever."
Both stood contemplating the Crossroad and where it will lead life. Both stood looking at the mountain for its guidance.
