Possible Adventures

We need adventure for our waking hours every bit as much as we need security for our sleeping ones. When you have had both, you generally know it, looking back, even if you were completely unaware of it at the time.

All it takes are some new surroundings, and active imagination, and time to explore – things we never stop needing to have. Most of the people I know whose lives have little-to-no adventure have surroundings and time, just little surplus imagination. They’ve frequently abandoned their imaginations somewhere on the road to adulthood, feeling them to be childish things best discarded. This is a mistake, of course; without imagination, there can be no empathy, and without empathy, you have — well, you have much of what we have too much of in the world right now.

So explore a little. Open a few doors. Go down a few new roads. Remember what it was like when possibilities were at least as big as our realities. That is a feeling we can recapture, if we’re open to it.

{ excluding tendencies }

it isn't what we mean, it's how we feel: 
this crowd, this life, this immortality
is more than a collective - it's alive
with more than supernova powered light;

and we -- we do not harm, we merely are:
and you -- you do not know, and cannot know
the things here needful, requisite for hope.
so have fun beeing poor, since that's your choice.

we dance here with the healthy scorn of queens
and kings upon the peasantry outside;
we dine here on the blood and sweat of those
who once believed it possible for them

to come into this place, and be a part --
but we won't have what isn't ours in here

cards

all these cards through many seasons 
words of love and hope and wonder
sitting propped up on a dresser
birthdays, parent's days and all the

wedding days we celebrated
anniversaries in dining
out to places dressed and ready
for another day of marking

and remarking on the common
and the extraordinary
passing of the times of loving
that have come and yet are coming

colors shaped and forms bright-colored
meaningless to others maybe
but conveying endless somethings
no one other knows or could know