The mirror

It speaks now.

Always talking, 

exclaiming, a

constant reminder of the things

that were.

Its image, changing,

sends me back.

                    birds are singing...

                    pulling the breeze...

                    into boundless bringing...

                    my endless futures...

                    they begin to sing too...

                    you once, hummed this tune...

                    do you remember?

It was oh so

long ago.

When it was all oh so 

simple.

My toes then were dipped in

the waters of life,

not yet to

my knees.

My eyes then opened with

curiosity and wonder,

not yet bound by 

aging wisdom.

My heart then coursed

excitement through

my veins,

that very blood

not yet laced with

fear.

The world then tasted of

probabilities,

not yet strung with 

expectation.

How beautiful it all was. 

The mirror leans closer,

lowering to a whisper,

merely audible, only but a 

single decibel.

                    your heart still carries this

                    chorus...

                    the very carol that made you

                    joyous...

                    how have you forgotten?

                    how is your love for the world

                    no longer begotten?

And to that,

I haven't an idea.

This is inspired by and dedicated to Ilia Malinin, who found the possible in impossible, carrying himself with his dreams

True wisdom comes from knowing we

know

nothing.

True wisdom comes from having fear

of 

God.

True wisdom is what we get when we

accept the things we will not-

can not-

understand and

keep trying to understand;

when we find that the only probability is

improbability, and

when we know something is impossible and

try find the possible in it;

When we pick ourselves up with

scars the pattern of our veins, scars

we'll never have fade because certainty

is found in uncertainty, what

we find when we reach our calloused hands up

to the sky and

pull ourselves up with our dreams;

when we know we are a nothing

with a name and a certain something

within us, and

let that something overcome that

nothing:

when we take the can not and

make it will not and

wrap our nothing around it until 

can is

all that's left.

It wasn't one moment

That made me fall in love

With snowboarding

I didn't stand at the top of the mountain

As the wind whipped my hair

And decided I loved to snowboard

It wasn't the moment when

I clipped into my bindings

Or when I finally took off

I didn't fall in love with snowboarding

As I sat on the chairlift

And looked down at the people below

Or when I reached the bottom

And snow sprayed everyone

There wasn't one moment

That made me fall in love

With snowboarding

It was all of them

It was the anticipation

As I stood at the top

And the thrill of going down

It was sitting on the chairlift

And then going up again

It was feeling free

Feeling in control

Feeling like I was the only person

No one else to worry about

No one else watching me

Just me and my snowboard

There was never one grand moment

That made me fall in love

With snowboarding

I just did