Saturday, February 5, 2011

In the great order of its privacy...

I love my parents. With my
wife, they form the trinity of
my three best friends in the world.

None of them understand me
completely, nor I, they, but
neither do they judge me too
harshly, or harshly enough,
or I them, either. We all get on
quite amiably, and cheerily.

Unfortunately it is usually
me who rocks the boat, but
never too much, or at least
not much anymore.

The older I get, the more I
tend to just sit around and stare
at things. Earth is itself, I say,
in memory of the Tao,