Birds of the Same Feather Fly Together

Not everyone can keep up in a race. You'll be in synch with some and not with others. When you fall some will get you and some won't. When you miss your steps and fall, some friends will speak a “foreign language” and never your thoughts shall this language discern. But, there is pleasure in the moment when kindred spirits traveling this plane meet and meld minds. Can there be any greater quench of mental thirst than this? Seek a mirror for your mind. Do not just go with the wind. Test the tides as they ebb and flow and not just fall or settle for anything. My Grandma used to say, "Show me your friends and I will tell you a lot about your character." Or have we not heard it said that, birds of the same feather flock together?

When Masters Meet

When lifted minds engage
be wise, let neophytes beware
The action that ensues
awes those unschooled in such affairs

When sages wield their saber wit
let students watch and learn
Each word and thought will parry, thrust
and give strength in return

When adepts interact
they first will seek a strange rapport
And some will see the duel
and mistake it for a war

A master knows a master
for the cream has its own code
And language is the means
by which their greatness is bestowed

There is no quest for dominance
and neither fears defeat
It’s iron sharpening iron
every time that masters meet!