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uncommonly different

from any known

A deeper sense

of solitude

within myself,

my soul,

tons of books,

children playing,

simply sitting by the beautiful

and blue Pacific.

I wade in rivers

flowed pass me years ago,

navigating currents

long forgotten.

Gone, sudden impulses,

flights to foreign ports,

I’m happy, even carefree,

wherever that my head may be.

My mind is still obsessing

thoughts–not yesterdays

or ‘bout tomorrow:

Just the moment.

I am so free

I scare myself

thoughts of having passed this life,

if so, this is heaven.

I am my fate,

acknowledged destiny,

fortunate son

avowed receiver.

I wonder

what took place?

Thoughts quickly vanish.

I read, write, love and travel,

each minute filled with

what is most spontaneous.

Nature is by nature

a cycle.

To find consistency

I follow cycles

or enjoy the change.

It’s the first of spring

or end of summer

Pick a season,

live my moment

a simple path

to the tilt of Earth,

position of the Sun.

Happiness is one thing;

accepting no one’s perfect,

we all fault.

Do you expect the sad to smile,

an apple to grow into an orange?

Why expect those

who harm you

to bring joy?

Chance knows

“Being There” is

all there is.

All I want,

really need

is in me.

Life is

knowing what you need

to make you happy.

Spend life pursuing it.

Happiness is knowing.

Joy is accepting.

I sleep upon a sheet.

You say it’s beautiful.

I say it’s a beautiful sheet
%y,

fortunate son

avowed receiver.

I wonder

what took place?

Thoughts quickly vanish.

I read, write, love and travel,

each minute filled with

what is most spontaneous.

Nature is by nature

a cycle.

To find consistency

I follow cycles

or enjoy the change.

It’s the first of spring

or end of summer

Pick a season,

live my moment

a simple path

to the tilt of Earth,

position of the Sun.

Happiness is one thing;

accepting no one’s perfect,

we all fault.

Do you expect the sad to smile,

an apple to grow into an orange?

Why expect those

who harm you

to bring joy?

Chance knows

“Being There” is

all there is.

All I want,

really need

is in me.

Life is

knowing what you need

to make you happy.

Spend life pursuing it.

Happiness is knowing.

Joy is accepting.

I sleep upon a sheet.

You say it’s beautiful.

I say it’s a beautiful sheet

and sleep.

Isn’t a circle round,

A box square!

If a man says
he lost his leg

fighting for democracy

I need not tell him

it was for oil

Bush said

He’d fight a war on terrorism.

Now he has one.

Be careful what you wish for.

Mary saw a dead man rise

I need not consul God.

I have my sheet,

my legs,

I’m not at war.

I am asleep.

Synergy:

I am.

Solitude!

Alan Goodin ©8 July 2007