Mornin’. I wrote the poem before I write this. I have so much to say about curiosity, I could write a small book. Maybe I will one of these days. It is a trait, a way of living that I find incredibly important on so many levels. I really would love a dialogue with anyone that wishes to be curious enough to join me in it.
peace and love people. peace and love. And… stay curious and keep the questions rolling.
THIS IS SOOO CURIOUS
Curiosity… Forget that it killed the cat.
Or maybe the exploration of your light socket
Found what you hoped you’d never find
In the jolt up your mind to heart that gave answers
Best left uncovered, in that untruth.
Doing the Treasure Hunt of living.
Something will get you sooner or later.
Hope was at the bottom of Pandora’s Box
Life is splendid place when curiosity
Explores the corners to expands into the center
The mundane of what you see, of what you
Think you know when without questions
You story-tell all kinds of lies and foolishness
Cause you failed to ask and probe past the surface
Hoping conversation and perception would reveal the the hidden
Life wants to be known. You want to be known.
Curiosity fills the void, asks the questions
Tickles the edges to go pass the surfaces
Stirs the pot of desire that speaks to the passion
That Living and knowing is rich and it trembles
In the pleasure of being explored and questioned
A spark of desire that life is important enough
you are important enough for curiosity to find you
Live a curious life. Let it kill you.