In a sense because I wrote a poem for the first time in my life where I was truly inspired, and it my best work yet. I wanted to share it with everyone here.
To Stay In What Is Now
With shouts of joy and booming drums,
I scramble, like when I was young,
through dirt and rock and roots,
climbing on a thought that cannot be named,
and on a feeling that cannot be ignored.
I am reeled in by my heart
higher and higher,
the music not in my thoughts,
but a place beyond my thoughts
that is now a memory but was once a reality.
And like catching a ball at a baseball game,
I burst into a field
and feel as if by some divine miracle,
it found me,
and it is a part of me,
and I am at peace.
Here I see the remnants of a destructive festivity,
a night where this unmovable peace
was interrupted by one of those nights
that can only be had when you are young.
Old tires are scattered with purpose around
the charred remains of a log half burnt,
whose bark is etched with memories
of life and fulfillment,
of self destruction and confusion.
The light pulls my awareness up and outward
to small shrubs reaching for the sun,
to bushes and small trees hidden behind
scattered pillars of wood.
The wind, like an instrument, blows through the trees,
and pulls my awareness even higher
to the dancing leaves.
And like pillars in front of the Pearly Gates,
painted on a blue backdrop,
they extend upwards and explode in fireworks of
orange and yellow and green,
longing for the invisible touch
of their mother in the sky.
I let the moment completely engulf me,
a moment of perfection,
letting the cool air fill my lungs
and take with it all the tension and stress
I hold in my body.
And I do the only thing I can do
at moment like this,
when my past and future
are lost in the peaceful dimension of timelessness.
When the tool in my head,
calls upon a thought
and time finally stains the carpet of my mind.
I take my music, and take one last look,
and then move on,
because that is all I can do,
to stay in what is now.
Edit: Criticism is welcome.
Mitch