I’m not in crisis
can’t believe it
I’m just bored
a new dimension
I perceive it
unexplored
not quite elated
nor morose
I’m just adrift
fairly hopeful
getting close
open this gift
Simple and Insightful Poems
I’m not in crisis
can’t believe it
I’m just bored
a new dimension
I perceive it
unexplored
not quite elated
nor morose
I’m just adrift
fairly hopeful
getting close
open this gift
I have a home
away from here,
but it’s not on
the map.
Pluck that string,
give it an ear;
I’ll show you
in a snap.
This is where
I’m truly from;
it’s beauty,
so profuse.
And if you would,
give it a strum
so we can
cut you loose.
Now the music
swells within,
and we can
freely dance.
We are touching
without skin,
so let’s explore this
vast expanse.
If I lose you
along the way,
just hold out
your hand.
You can listen,
or you can play
to connect in
Music Land.
When I hear this part
of this wondrous song,
I feel a love so clear.
I regain my heart
and bounce headlong
into a joyous cheer.
I’d forgotten this –
a soothing sound
that transcends woe.
Right here is bliss,
I do propound;
What’s gone becomes a go.
Before I was ever lost in thought,
I was lost in bliss.
I ran through the summer air
with lightning bugs, like this.
I was glad to roam the earth
without a care to call my own.
My troubles were the simple kind,
in a safety zone.
And after many years
of roaming with a heavy mind,
I find myself lost again
with only bliss to find.