David Watkins
THE PLACE HOLLOWED OUTWhen born the occupied space in the human mind is comparatively empty consideringimmediately the five human senses begin sending signals for processing and storageand suddenly memories generated by those around us and referred to us as what we are taughtbecome the decisions of behavior, that is, things we did, what we do and what we ought.A different moment for every human being but in due time we learn the process of choice.We’re convinced 1 plus 1 is 2 by the outside teacher, and acceptance is taught by an inner voice.A mind that comprehends stars hundreds of thousands of miles away but can appreciate raindrops.Calculates, speculates, contemplates but doesn’t know where a simple breeze starts or stops.So the spaces where numbers, letter arrangements, emotions and memories about love or hateprovide chemical storage in each of us and is individually controlled as we influence our fate.Chemist, electrician, doctors, surgeons, undeniably the choices can make us weep or sing.Filling that place hollowed out in our mind with what we choose and whatever our life brings.Only a few will read what was intended to mean so much to so many but you may simple reject it.Go ahead read the political, the humor, the love, but don’t be surprised if it touches your spirit.The heart disclosed in this writing contains information for that place hollowed out in every mind.It may be only one simple inspiring little poem, perhaps hidden, but that’s for you to find.
