Four Questions : The Geometric Curve Of Life

Well, no, my friend, that’s not quite true;
There is a block – just look at you –
If there was not, well goodness me,
Step four we would as one then see.

So what on earth could problem be,
If logic on your side we see?
Don’t worry, it will surface yet,
Just on your future place your bet.

Not all at once – take one thing on;
Selected then tweak what I got wrong;
Then take a tip from the Zorro’s days
Of training, as it often pays:

We think of Zorro back as kids,
As he from homeland, bad guy rids;
Swashbuckler – swinging in on ropes –
Where public placed wide ranging hopes.

But no – he did not start that way;
His teacher started out one day
With circle small, there in the sand;
Said, “Here inside you’ll take your stand –

“Until you can control this zone,
This circle is your locus – home;
I’ll say – not you – when it grows out;
Till then, you take control – no doubt.”

So pick one item from that list,
Then in that target please resist
Temptation to encompass all;
A six-foot circle – make it small.

A microcosm of your life
Will then confront your sword and knife;
Like dojo to the judo star,
Against yourself your struggles are.

Like at the first in Zorro’s game,
When you succeed, just stay the same;
Until you’re master of that zone,
Defend that turf while skills you hone.

For gaining’s just the half of it,
You must defend – onslaughts resist;
When you expand and cannot hold,
Drop back to here – be Zorro – bold.

Concentric circles, taken, kept,
Will build your life like Zorro – yet
The magic comes far faster than
The size of circle where you stand:

I started with Ezekiel’s book;
Sat down and took an intense look;
When it was done two thoughts occurred,
Which bolstered me within His Word:

The first – I new what no one knew
Amongst my peers, for they eschewed
All mention of that wacko guy;
I found reverse had met my eye.

Then, two – if this is worst there was
I’d hit the mother-lode because
Such treasures there enriched my soul;
I settled in to reach my goal.

For forty years I’ve slugged away,
Until I’d pushed the dark away
From precious Scripture – treasured tome –
For me, my dojo – circled home.

For me those Scriptures form a lens
Through which I view my world, and then
As Spirit helps me see myself,
I bask each day in heaven’s wealth.

It matters not where you start out;
You’ll circle all – you choose the route;
It’s one, then two, then four, then eight –
In curve of life participate.

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