The Robot's Thoughts

So my sister is doing a print for a Chesapeake Bay/Susquehanna River themed exhibition. She asked me to write a "zen poem" regarding the Susquehanna river, which ran through our town. She said she would use part or all of it in her print.

So this is something I whipped up -- using all three weeks of my zen mastery.
(Feel free to be critical of this. I'm hoping this showing up in facebook would get some of the more useless liberal arts majors to workshop my work. The gauntlet has been thrown down)

I am a stone in the riverbed,
water washing over me.
Polishing my rough edges
until I am nothing but sand.

I am a tadpole hatched in the river.
I swim against the current.
Anxiously awaiting the day,
I can drift merrily on a lily pad.

I am the current in the stream,
I guide without leading.
I know my destination,
But not the path I follow.

I am the island in the river,
current sweeping my muddy shore.
I play host to trees, frogs, and birds.
Isolated; alone but never lonely.

I am the Endless Mountain Range,
Eternal, Immovable, and unchanging in time.
Never have I felt the sun rise,
without your water flowing around me.

I am the Chesapeake Bay Wind,
I carry the river's scent to all creatures.
May they feel my gentle presence, and
Let it bring harmony to their spirit.

I am a wandering bird,
adrift in the wind.
Right where I need to be,
wings spread to soar.

I am a cloud high above the river.
I appear as quickly as I vanish.
My teardrops nourish all below.
Lasting joy in a fleeting existance.

So yeah. Get in touch with me if you have recommendations to make this suck less.

Labels: family, personal, poems, ramblings

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you're trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit,
Rest! if you must--but never quit.

Life is queer, with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won if he'd stuck it out;
Stick to your task, though the pace seems slow--
You may succeed with one more blow.

Success is failure turned inside out--
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt--
And you never can tell how close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit--
It's when things seem worst that YOU MUSTN'T QUIT.

--Author Unknown.

And one more: Its called "Charity"

There is so much good in the worst of us,
And so much bad in the best of us,
That it ill behooves any of us
To find fault with the rest of us.

--Author Unknown.

So I got dumped. By someone I deeply cared for. Its too soon to know how bad this is going to feel. That always depends on how the various coping mechanisms work. I'm not very confident, as last time I was left, I only seemed to sink further down the drain. So above are two (separate) author unknown poems I'm reading to comfort myself.

Labels: late night thoughts, personal, poems, ramblings