Ideas

ideas are like the breath I breathe,
each one is new and different and vital;
no two are the same;
none can be captured, seized and held in my hand;
none can be owned or copywritten,
none can be filed away, revisited and recycled later.
each breath enables life to exist, to be;
immediately a new breath is needed for life to continue.
each breath is now in the past, behind me,
so is each idea.
i must look for the next,
and profoundly hope it arrives.
if another breath does not ocurr,
neither will a new idea.

What is important to me

I want someone to ask me, “What’s important to you?”
I would tell them that truth is important to me,
though I don’t always tell the truth;
and compassion is important to me,
even so, I am not always compassionate;
moreover, forgiveness is important to me,
still I do not always forgive;
best of all, you are important to me,
yet I don’t always take time out for you;
ideally God is important to me,
but I don’t always believe there is one;
and still I pray.
I want someone to ask me.
What is important to you?