baking a bread
it could be said
I am a bit sad
trying to express it
using a few words
no space for tears
feeling discontent
life is jolly good
yet the mind is off
like a rotten apple
swallowed by mistake
as the snake laughs
desire for solitude
cover up of social shyness
love of one’s company
our need to shine
our need to display
our need for a sign
our need to pray
our need to be okay
who said life starts at forty
was delusional
recording of the above poem read by the author
there is so much to do
and nothing gets done
with an overloaded mind
mental fog
lacking structure
step by step
where to start
when all seems
to be important
write two columns
one for things you can do
one you have to get done
sort out the priorities
on the first side
and leave the rest
universe has your back
choose your tasks
trust in its help
and it is so
flying off a push bike
little girl pink skirt
landed in the grass
helmet on the head
bewildered look
ended that fall
straight ahead her dad
who teased the act
by stretching his arms
hight into the sky
as the wheels rolled
down the road
the girl learned quickly
dads cannot be trusted
with advice on flying
without crash landing
inevitably
recording of the above poem read by the author
free of boundaries
there is no limit to
what can be achieved
in unexpected
situations
hovering above our head
aircraft of uneven shape
soldiers of the stars
landing on earth
ungrounded
unrelated scattered
yet emerging from the one
mind
personal attack on
existence
unite in solitude
resolute and wild
unmoved unshaken
staying true
to the one
heart
love the haters
all they ask is
more compassion
gratitude and love
accept them
gently
disarmed
recording of the above poem read by the author
