Toy Chest (Poem)

a world full of inexplicable things

inexplicable to me, that is

with each new day I am as a child

reaching into a box of wonders

entering a library of marvels

listening to a chorus of virtuosi

even when streets fill with rushing rain

even when sirens wail in ominous lament

even when walls tumble from searing heat

despair is companioned,

holding fast hands with curiosity

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2 responses to “Toy Chest (Poem)”

  1. Richard Moyer Avatar
    Richard Moyer

    Curiosity displaces boredom. Read this morn that boredom breeds despair. Thoughts?

  2. andifnotnowblog Avatar

    I think boredom CAN breed despair, but only if you allow yourself to remain in it. And that is an easy thing to do. But you can train yourself (or be one of the fortunate few who are naturally so inclined) to recognize boredom and use it as a springboard for observation. I’m a very strong advocate for mind-training, be it Buddhist, Jewish, Christian, Hindu, Muslim, Pagan, secular, whatever variety. As long as it inclines you towards benign intent and curiosity, it will benefit you and all around you.

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