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My favourite song is playing on the radio;
I am drinking my favourite drink, in my favourite place;
my thoughts are in over-drive,
as I sit, looking around, with a smile on my face;
it’s raining outside, but life is sweet
and I am happy and warm inside- like hot raspberry jam;
I am having a flashback and a flash-forward,
between a happy little boy,
and a content old man.
I have always felt like a conduit;
I have always sought out and shared;
I have always believed that you can carry everything you need,
most of the time, in your trouser pockets;
I have always gone to the edge,
taken a risk, and gone farther sometimes than others might choose to dare,
in thoughts, in feelings, on foot, on a path
that never doubles back on itself-
but the things that happen on it do feel strangely familiar;
life is a playground of spins, swings, ups, and downs,
tears, smiles, pain, and laughter-
so it is never a surprise to me that things reoccur.
In this day and age, everybody is looking for a power-point,
a place to plug-in and recharge;
everyday, everybody, wherever they are,
take advantage of the free,
the seemingly-indispensable, the small, the large;
today, right now, a billion years ago, always,
life in all its forms makes the most of what it has
and what surrounds it, and everything reacts and adapts
to certain things, at certain times, in a myriad of ways.
Things have a history;
you can always find a pattern to follow;
the definitive meaning of life will always be a mystery;
but what everybody and everything really needs to know
is always with you and inside you wherever you go.
You can’t go around life, you can only go through it;
you can’t hide yourself forever,
because one day someone will unlock your soul,
and read your mind, and know your heart better than anyone,
and make you realize that you too are a conduit.
To whom it may concern,
I hope this poem finds you happy, hopeful, and well,
as do I hope the world is treating you kindly, and is allowing you to excel.
The times in which we live in are always fraught with uncertainty,
no matter the direction we choose to walk
we will inevitably reach the shore to an unknown and trying sea;
but beyond the sea there always lies an island of familiarity,
an oasis of interest,
a home, a place, a person, to call your own- where, or with whom,
you can be yourself, and be at rest.
It is always being said that the world is becoming smaller
and that the mysteries of life are becoming less shrouded;
I, however, believe the opposite to be true
and that the story of all and everything is far from being read.
To whom it may concern,
I have always preferred to give, rather than to receive;
I have always sought someone, or something, to work towards,
attain, and believe.
I have been through numerous times of trial,
and of questioning my own worth;
however, with these tests of worthiness,
there always follows a reaffirmation, and an inspiration rebirth.
No one is perfect, I count myself as a shining example of that fact;
however, I do believe that everyone has a responsibility for their words,
their choices, and for how they act.
I believe that everyone who can should give to the world their energy,
their inspiration, their imagination, their “all”-
because alone we are small,
while together we all flourish and stand-tall.
The Life, the Light, the Tears, of the Poet of the Sphere 