Deep Thought
Take things one moment at a time...days are too much to deal with.

posted by Cassandra 1:21 PM

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Deep Thought
I'm not running around like a chicken with my head cut off, I'm running around like a chicken who knows its time is coming and wants to get away from the crazy woman with the hatchet. *flap, flap*

posted by Cassandra 3:21 PM

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Research

I was searching through the shelves to find more books,
I plopped myself on the floor,
Near the shelf I was thumbing through.

Looking up,
Around,
All the books
Such utter silence
Surrounded,
By knowledge just begging to be had,
By books just waiting patiently
For someone to share their secrets with.

Waiting,
For those sweaty,
Stressed out hands,
Desperate for answers,
Desperate for facts,
For knowledge,
For quotes,
For anything to make sense of it all.

Waiting,
For those hands to reach out,
Pull them down from the shelf,
Open them to the world.
To air out their ideas,
Their pages,
Their contents.

Each pair of eyes gives a book new life.

Waiting,
For all that,
Or for the end of time,
The end of books,
The end of their usefulness.

No complaints to be heard from them.
Silent,
Waiting,
Calm.

So sure their message will help,
Their words can teach,
The answers are contained within their pages.

I wish I had time to tend to them all,
Time to sit quietly and talk with them,
Air them out,
Read their wisdom,
Their 'facts',
Their lives.

The silence of a research library has a holy tinge to it,
As if the shleves of books held the eternal secrets to life.
The air itself had to be still,
Had to bend around them,
Bowing to their divine presence.

I had to sit in awe.

(Written December 2, 2002)

posted by Cassandra 12:27 AM

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