One day I began thoughts about my life kept popping into my brain. I noticed that my thoughts were rather negative. My life appeared to be a little out of control. When I got one part of it under control, another part became all wabi-sabi. There never was a time when I could honestly say that all parts of my life were going well enough that all parts, or even most parts, were in harmony.

So, I am sitting and thinking and a vision of a plate of spaghetti pops into my brain. I can see the jumble of the noodles and the sauce encasing each strand. I begin to think, is it the sauce that makes eating spaghetti so complicated or is it the noodles? I decide that rolling spaghetti or twisting it on a fork is no different with or without sauce; so, the difficulty lies in the way the noodles become tangled or intertwined. Tangled or intertwined, that sounds like life. Life is a group of actions, interactions, phases and episodes intertwined, and that is why life gets so messy.

I tell myself, messy isn't so bad. Messy just means busy and when life gets busy, life gets messy. Sounds like s plate of spaghetti and so I decide that metaphorically speaking life is like a plate spaghetti. Messy, gooey, and tangled on a plate.

I have a postcard that sits right in front of my computer. It states. "Every life writes a poem."and so, here is a poem that relates to my life and spaghetti.

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spaghetti spaghetti
from box to pot to plate
delicious in every way
from early until late
spaghetti spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti
on the table on the bed
it tells me what to say
and then I call it said
spaghetti spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti
in my home and on the run
it tells me what to do
and then I call it done
spaghetti spaghetti

spaghetti spaghetti
on my face and in my brain
slipping sliding all around
And, I call that insane.

spaghetti spaghetti

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