SerenitySteve

Your eyes are raised to heaven When I'm sitting on the floor At your feet. What am I for? Do I create or just translate Between you and your mind The art you'll never find And when your pen runs out of ink You'll close the book and with me Leave behind your memory Are you brilliant? Are you blind? Would you have nothing more to say If I ever flew away In the end is it you is it me Do I have anything? What am I for? But when I walk out that door Your prayers are plenty when you have An empty page before you And still I may adore you For you take dictation better Than most poets true compose Your lines far surpass those You

The Two Wolves One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all. One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego. The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity,truth, compassion and faith. The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?" The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."