A Fellow Wrestling

Gentleman: I have two rocks in my coat pocket: One a diamond, one a nugget of pure gold. I am considering selling the diamond and giving the money to the poor.

Stranger: And the gold?

Gentleman: A ring; forged and fitted for my wife.

Stranger: And what keeps me from robbing you of your diamond and your gold?

Gentleman: You have kind eyes. Even from afar, I knew by your kind eyes.

Stranger: Ah, I see. Perhaps it is a trick of the light. I could be meaner than black sin.

Self

In shame, a hidden heart awaits the Eye
And knows the secrets buried there by night.
To see oneself in true form born, in light;
Where blackness bleeds the hollow of the lie.

If waiting here, and waiting still, is meant,
to wander vast deep chasms in the dark,
I wonder at the meaning of a spark.
A fusion of the broken pieces rent.

A Mouse at Dusk

And that's where we start. When we feel low, weak, without strength. When the sun drops from the sky and the night gives chase, we lose our resolve. But where better to start? It is the tug and temptation to quit, that low feeling, that is the very best basis for a new start - rather, to start again - and be on our merry way down marvelous, shining roads.