Ponder Well

Ponder well thy own immortal soul,

lest you find it wanting.

Ponder well thy possibilities

lest you miss opportunities.

 

Do not dare notice nothing—in it you may find everything.

Don’t dare notice anything—you might miss something.

And don’t just be anybody—go ahead and be somebody.

Further don’t be everybody—then you risk being nobody.

 

All dualities contain within themselves

definitions for opposites:

good is that which is not evil,

evil is that which is not good.

 

I make mountains of your molehills in my mind,

expanding them beyond what they mean in the world

to take in their meaning of what they mean to me,

and in this what you mean to me.

 

The horizon breaks next to me and I can

see the beauty of it in onyx

surrounded by jade, surrounded

by ivory, surrounded by bronze.

 

Thy immortal soul and mine are inextricably linked:

deny it if thou wouldst, but you lie—

both to thineself and I.

 

Complications arise in soul ponderings,

doubtless it is: they must.

Complications arise when thought

reaches beyond itself to find itself.

 

Ponder well that loving soul of thine,

and pray you never find it wanting.

And ponder well thy perceptions

of what it means to be without,

because understanding these means

understanding all—

 

and I defy you to understand the meanings behind

inextricably linked souls because there is no way to

understand: we can only ponder well.

 

Ponder well thy immortal soul.