Feeling Thoughts

A need to cry, A desire to cling 
Overwhelms me.

Some crying exited today.
More may flee.

A choice to feel good,
A choice to be good,
A choice to succeed,
A choice to thrive,
A mere chance of survival.

A narrow rim finds my feet.
Perilously I travail upon this awkward path.

Too much work, too little reward,
Too many worries, too little desire.

A path some distance from me holds narrow straight rows of corn
marching up and down their paths in precise rhythms. 

Too little desire.  Too much worry. 

The dust clouds rise for miles about them. 
Their ceaseless marching creating dust mills
ignored by their bright white freshly pressed clothings.

Too little worry.  Too much desire. 

Their clothes are simple.
They perambulate upon their path
with the greatest of ease.
I envy them their comfort,
their hard won rest. 

Searching the road ahead of me, I peer down it's winding path for some sign of
comfort, some sign of rest.  Such futile gestures reveal nothing new to me of
the upcoming journey. 

Too much won, too little lost.  Nothing of importance knows me. 

Seeking importance, finding straws of thought and bits of gray hair,
thoughts elude me, reason escapes me, I see me, him, them. 

Too much too little
Too big too small
Too open too closed
Too dumb too smart
Too top too bottom
Too smart too simple
Too hard too easy
Too many too few
....

Too much work, too little reward,
Too many worries, too little desire.

The path below surprises and startles as it teaches and observes with work,
reward, worry, and desire. 

Categories escape me. 

Huh Chuh @ huhchuh@yahoo.com © May 2003