and then the world enlarged

What wonders when weakened

knees know nothing - nay - everything!

through thoroughbred thirsting.

Parched palate poses prose

formed from futile fasting and

demonstrated determinism.

Ism isn’t idle, instead idol’s idylls

are smashed into golden bits and

drunk by jejunum from cascading lymph

figured in the drift of stars.

If function follows form then

I am useless without

pen and paper.

Make me whole, seer of

my pounding chest.

I find myself in the application,

never in reflection, though wisdom

underwrites the latter.

And now my breath is harangued symphony.

Praise be to God alone.

What a beautiful day to build family and enrich the earth. It is sheer delight to be alive. I woke in a hurry - 10 minutes before my first meeting, up until midnight thirty working and working. I toil! “Do not toil to acquire wealth” the wise man once said. I don’t. I toil to find myself. I toil for the sake of others. Introducing beauty to the world is a form of self-harm. A truly separated (read: “holy”) representation of truth requires isolation of soul for a little and at least a little bleeding.

I love it.

I am happy and moving about without remorse or second thought, into and out of suffering, as the sun rays through blowing branches.

Issues in my calf - annoying - pulls my attention to my body. I am grateful for it. It holds so much and gives and gives to me. It may not always be like this, but I will care for it as its wellness is my chief concern. “A sick man desires one thing.”

I love wisdom. I want to be wise. I seem to never be on the way.

I am in love with perfection itself. There I find Him and His ways.

“Beautiful are the feet of those who bring good news.”

As France improved and loved the strawberry in the 1600s, so I my daily conversations. Budding fruits hanging off the edges of relationship…. So much love.

Good day!

Joe