29 March 2014

Possibly a poem


 I may not
conisder myself 
good at making decisions
of a personal nature,

but

in my heart in the heart of my bliss is only bliss - like
the in of life and the out of life are dancing in exquisite harmony,
gently laughing at the idea of confining beauty -
and the message
 "Don't worry about it" 
 means 
there is nothing to worry about
and what even is the it
to be worried about anyway.

All this,
 the experience 
of a soul moment 
of the small hours 
of seconds 
only,
  is none the less
 an informative reality,
for a little thing 
of such a big size.

This is my problem?


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