Poetry

[Meerie]

I took that as an invitation and continue like that:

Spirit whispers in my ear
Although I do not always hear
Because my mind likes to distract
Words tumbling down the cataract
Dissolving into the all there is
Like bubbles foaming in a breeze
And in the end it is what it is
No need to worry or say, “please
Release me from this thought disease”
Because they are a part of me
And valuable as can be
And now I am stuck and find no end
This poem has gotten out of my hand
And I feel like Alice in Wonderland
Tumbling down the rabbit hole
Well maybe that will be my role
So thanks for reading and be blessed
And since my personality is recessed
I will leave you now and let you rest