The Art of Living

 

 What is the point of a rollercoaster?

 Life is already one of uncertain proportions;

there is no need to build one.

 I've never understood boredom;

each day of life is unique,

like a masterpice carved with exceptional devotion,

creative accidents and purposeful addtions coalesce,

illustrations, sounds and metaphors spring up

out of crevices,

moments of mystery,

intrigue, unanswered questions,

dilemmas.

Discipline holds the waters of time

running wild,

washing away, eroding, molding,

summoning up traces of teachings,

knowledge, nostalgia into a dance

of wisdom,

                    grace,

                               adventure.