Choices

Thoughts.

Feelings.

Actions.

Choices

are roots

that make me grow

as I grapple my way

through a hidden maze

of endless possibilities.

What I choose 

is connected to

and rooted in

what I don't choose.

Water seeks its own level...

A glass of water
sits in front of me.

I can choose
to look at it,
or through it,
or just look away.

I can choose
to see it
as half full
or half empty.

It is my choice.
Not yours.

For you are
yourself -
just water,
in many forms.

What I cannot see
with my mind,
I can see with my heart.

Water seeks its own level.
I see you in me.