One day a little boy asked his Dad, what is it that makes people so mad.
He thought for a moment and took a gentle breath to reply
Maybe because we closed our mind and forgot to let it expand
The boy looked puzzled and said " What, like a balloo?"
No more like the magic you have inside of you!
With the boys dazzling look, the dad went on...
As we inhale all particles and energy we don't see as is in the exhale, like an endless sea.
For the madness people give, we have the power to transform it. Take it away and give back with happiness!
Shrugging he's shoulders jumping off his dads lap ready to play this or that, "I don't really get it but thanks for the chat."
You're getting it already the dad sniggered and sat back to relax.
Then pondered on....
Not all connections are built to last but everything leaves a scar
The tricks never losing sight of the love that heals from inner wars
Each medal gone like a leaf from the storm or changing sessions
We maybe rooted but also flying through space
Ready to be everything or nothing in a flash or bang
The question was never should or shouldn't we race
The answer was what did it mean to feel alive in the first place
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Poetic Dan (
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- Comment from author about the poem: It's been a while but yesterday I wrote as much out as I could, maybe it's all random or I'm hiding it all too try and rebalance. No matter the reason, I've never met a soul that doesn't want healing. Each scribbling down for others to be found, letting go of the weight that comes with crown.
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The more aware we become of who we are and the more loving and accepting of self, the more aware, loving and accepting we are of others. We are all one brother
In then end that is so true but our story matter and I'm honestly blessed to read yours and share mine too!
I'll keep it on repeat until I truly surrender and accept all of this!
Thank you again
Always appreciated
"what did it mean to feel alive in the first place"
A tough question takes life long to answer.
Being alive in the first place starts us on a path and on that path we need to learn, when we get older and little boys ask us questions, they may question our own life but as we move on in life the easier it becomes and we know that those questions will eventually show us the way to the better things in our lives.
Andy
'The boy looked puzzled and said " What, like a Baloo?"
No more like the magic
you have inside of you!'
'The question was never should or shouldn't we race
The answer was what did it mean
to feel alive in the first place'..
(tap dancing - into, that evergreen
childlike state - we cherish
in those 'bare necessities', of our life's
complicatedly - simple: choices...)
a great write, dear point
you've got my feet, tapping away
and, a long forgotten smile
visiting my face;
I love Baloo, and all he stands for
and will always cherish
that zest for gaiety - the great Kipling, introduced
to us, at such a young age...
Reading this gave me goosebumps my friend
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