Among the tea cookies and the finger sandwiches real treasures lie,
venture beyond the what-do-you-do and formalities.
For what we seek is the
real, the honest, and the genuine,
The stories, the essence, the core of each
Gallons upon gallons of decaf cannot steady the shaky
Reaching for a cocktail napkin seems an insurmountable task.
sugar rush will come and with the inevitable crash.
Are these smiles from
the heart or are they are wearing masks.
A man is bee-lining a path
across the crowded landscape,
Gaze is set and it's sure he's headed straight
The smile that could melt the most jaded soul,
Soft but steady
words flow naturally and surely ring true.
For but a brief moment the
clocks become moot,
Cares of the world fall away losing their weight on the
Listening for details, not searching for a turn to share,
did one ever gain the attention of a disciple so kind.
Originally pontificated on 10/28/12 - b2 publishing : waiste not, want knot......: