Poems to Ponder

Floating and Falling and Climbing

Floating and falling and climbing is fun
Almost like coming totally undone
But finding a place to rest and be
Is almost better than any sanctity

Finding space for your mind to take ease
Where purpose can rest and trying can cease
Is so hard an island to find in the storm
That many will scarcely move past the first warn

That quiet and peacefulness is something too difficult to find
That it must be utterly beyond the scarce outline of the mind
How hard can it be to stop climbing and flying
And hitting glass walls like birds on the move

Without binoculars or eyes that see well
We keep moving and moving along with the swell
How hard it is to stop flapping and be
To find purpose and honor in letting yourself see

How lovely it feels to do nothing at all
And simply be thankful for not taking a fall
Or going upwards or downwards or across the hall

How nice it is to live within your soul
Floating and peaceful
Not trying at all