February 3

Daily Wisdom

Daily Inspiration

Celeste Foley

"To live illusionless, in the abandoned mine-/shaft of doubt, and still/mime illusions for others? A puzzle/for the maker who has thought/once too often too coldly./Since I was more than a child/trying on a thousand faces/I have wanted one thing: to know/simply as I know my name/at any given moment, where I stand./How much expense of time and skill/which might have set itself/to angelic fabrications! All merely/to chart one needle in the haymow?/Find yourself and you find the world?/Solemn presumption! Mighty Object/no one but itself has missed,/what's lost, if you stay lost? Someone/ignorantly loves you - will that serve?/Shrug that off, and presto! - /the needle drowns in the haydust./Think of the whole haystack - /a composition so fortuitous/it only looks monumental./There's always a straw twitching somewhere./Wait out the long chance, and/your needle too could get nudged up/to the apex of that bristling calm./Rusted, possibly. You might not want/to swear it was the Object, after all./Time wears us old utopians./I no longer think/'truth' is the most beautiful of words./Today, when I see 'truthful'/written somewhere, it flares/like a white orchid in wet woods,/rare and grief-delighting, up from the page./Sometimes, unwittingly even,/we have been truthful./In a random universe, what more/exact and starry consolation?/Don't think I think/facts serve better than ignorant love./Both serve, and still/our need mocks our gear."

                                            Adrienne Rich, Double Monologue"

“Boulevard of Broken Dreams”  

~ Tony Bennett & Sting