by Larry Chamberlin   Nov 6, 2014

Lucid thinking doesn't always
mean you display the lighthouse
of your thoughts -
you just never know
who might be watching.

But logic takes you
only so far as the turn
into the next harbor
without including the ways
or means of safe egress
beyond a wing or a prayer.

Faith lays shipping plans circular
round lands insurmountable
by any method you've tried so far
until someone suggests
intuition - that everlasting
trick of getting from east to west
while skipping all shores between.

Yet hunches will crash the reefs
and spill the cargo if not
carefully controlled
so that you are back to lucidity,
that old familiar way
that brought you so far,
still alive,
still growing,
still trusting
in your native senses,


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  • 6 years ago

    by earlgreytea

    XD 5/5

  • 6 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Like the proverb: " no pain, no gain"

  • 6 years ago

    by Everlasting

    Those native senses,
    Sometimes they whisper so loud,
    It's hard to believe I still hear.
    Though sometimes, it kind of hurts.

    Thanks Mr. Larry.

    • 6 years ago

      by Larry Chamberlin

      Pain is the knowledge
      you're still growing;
      growing is the knowledge
      you're still alive.

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