Full moon of the heart

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

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

New Year comes ...really?

Tired of promises from Fortunes tellers ploys
Remember the days when happy was
to enjoy the harvest of our toil
calmly watching the wind blowing the tall grass

So what changed for you and me my friend?
tired of speculations about the end?
We can simply hear the winds call
whether our harvest be wheat, hay or what it was?
a paycheck for 10 years toil

But our power is not based on a date to begin
nor our happiness wanes at the threat of the year's end
choice ah, yes choose to wear festive ribbons in your heart
choose to do your best gladly in whatever is your task

No secrets to align with the moon and the stars
no handshakes to uphold honor and prejudice
the wind blows our flag's bars
we're all here to chose freely ... is simply this.