Outcome.

6 of Swords.

Another night, another ship, and after some swift entanglement, we pass the other by.

There have been too many nights, too many ships, too many moonless darkness unleaven by stars. Mine is a but a fragile skiff, adrift in the breeze. I roil to the slightest turbulence, the merest wave; I am in constant fear of capsizing.

And come the others, hulking liners, pulling me into their wake, unwilling. I, who am happiest sailing my lonesome, can only close my eyes... and hang on.

O, if there are gods and they have mercy, they will grant me a space in the safe harbors. Else, let me loose upon the wild ocean, and watch me sail into the sky!

She said.

If you love something, set it free. If it comes back to you, it's, well...broken.

-- Debi, Grosse Point Blank

What if.

Were I to throw in my lot with a broken wounded bird, tattered and beautiful, yet still striving to fly... Would I share its joys in the wild blue skies, or be blinded by its erratic flight?

Were I to care for a stunted tree growing, its branches twisted, yet still able to flower... Would I admire the tender buds, or only see its painful scarring?

Oh, were I filled with the milk of human kindness, grace, understanding, and endless patience -- should I not know the answer already?

As it is, I am a cracked mirror, the tainted dove, a mere mortal who dreamt small dreams.

Only time will tell. As time tells everything, in time.

A thought

Sometimes, I wish I could disembody and fly away into the wind. This 4-cornered world would be filled by the faintest traces of me. I would then hide between the falling waters, and snake through the shifting sands, and linger by flowers that only bloom in secret places at night.

If I could do this, would my thoughts also stop? What peace that would be...

Edit: Looking at posts below, I seemed to have had this very same thought 2 years ago. Ha...