≡ Menu




Some say it’s timing

Synchronicity’s plot

Two waves becoming one

Green lights despite traffic

Some say it’s fate

Our lives as books

Penned by control-freak gods

 A Greek tragedy, if unlucky

Some say it’s our parents

The family Kool Aid

Curse or blessing, bridge or prison

Inheritance embraced… or despised

Some say it’s will

Control as a drug

Head, not heart

But what if you’re nuts?

Some say chance

The white flag of surrender

The art of letting go

Ambushed, head over heels

I say, mostly it’s fit

Love is a puzzle

Shaped by acceptance


And owned flaws

Cracks complimentary

Compassion the glue

Filling the gaps

A balance. The key.

Photo Credit: Willi Heidelbach/Flickr
{ 2 comments… add one }

Leave a Comment

Next post:

Previous post: