Ubiquitous More: information, reliability, loyalty, luck ...
yet ...even as this poem feels like it sucks
yet it has ts own life and wants more, audience or quiet
i bet it wants to feel like Alice a need to solve and help
risks rejection to win rewards, a carrot of sorts
unafraid of sticks down the Rabbit-Hole ...SO
yet ...even as this poem feels like it sucks
yet it has ts own life and wants more, audience or quiet
i bet it wants to feel like Alice a need to solve and help
risks rejection to win rewards, a carrot of sorts
unafraid of sticks down the Rabbit-Hole ...SO
Why does that feeling lingers with the Beast of unrest?
why does my soul's script blames as a front to deny what I crave,
this relentless and prestigious need for just a little more
leaving me to quietly abandon my ideals and mores
leaving me discontent with what i have and adore
soon neglecting those fancy goals once raved
ubiquitous endless discovery for better and clearly not best
The word content does not resemble peace
at first
the sounds of all quiet do not assemble harmony
in the least
feelings of having nothing to do won't scream completion
so where is the feast?
addicted to festivities was the disease that shunned simplicity
more was the sword of that beast
In accepting the quietness of mind
clearly i now see the abundance I've been given
so many to tend with love and grace, they're my kind
clearly seeing through stories a place to live, not make... life
Clearly, what is there to linger all that flows is unscripted Life
the moonlight of peace
falls on a stream without being driven to guide it to sea
the awareness of Mind
falls on the streams of events without need fix what it sees
Wonderful Moonlight of the Peaceful Heart
