Reflections in a friend

I wonder, sometimes, whether the people I know are people I have got to know because of this, or that.

Because of coincidence or one of us daring to smile to a stranger or because of good chemistry? Because of joint interests or similar ways of thinking? Or because of a desire to understand ourselves and how we sit in the world? Whether I like them because they are reflected, or they me for the same reason, I wonder whether they reflect more because I share my reflections or because together we reflect? Whether the way I think and talk affects the way they think and talk?

What's apparent is that all the people I call 'friend' think long and hard about their life. And I can tell that through years of thinking, and in some cases acting on learning from their thinking, they are moving slowly towards an understanding of what eluded them before. I am proud of them. I am proud of the progress they make, and of the progress I make and of the progress together we make. 

A path less trodden

That moment
When a busy mind quietens

A silent moment dives into the void
Of gnarly feelings like roots from a plant
Growing in a too-tight space
Restricting their light into glaring spikes
Instead of a solid glow

Red bricks and wooden flooring
Warm candles and home made bread
A steady moment with my one-time twin
Then she says:
You are treading a path less trodden

And tightness lessens and spikes soften
Departure is imminent