Inspiration it breaks it shapes it forms
found only in our day to day norm?
From where does it come?
Where will it grow?
Behind the glass you will surely know.
In a sound, a look, a thought, a dream,
the cry of a baby or that first morning dream.
We flick through windows of each other's pain,
Holding embraces, remembering names.
Contemplate physics of this world and that,
In a world that is round where once it was flat.
Ponder the apple that fell from the tree,
the same that corrupted our Adam not Eve.
Wonder if life has a substance a feel,
think on its purpose of all that is real.
Catch the eye of a flying grey tit,
wonder in awe if it e’er gave a shit!
Oh Life in its brilliance, its wonder, its woe,
and when its all over, where does it go?
What have you done to be centred and counted?
or have you wasted your time on the dole or the accountant?
Will you reminisce on the times when all was done wrong?
or before your parting will you sing to life’s song?
What of a life spent turning in a chasm
never touching the void or the need for expansion?
Designers, definers the world has to scratch.
Simplicity, Perfection, just too hard to match.
Retract! Reprieve! Wear your heart on your sleeve!
Philosophises! Psychologies! Mentors and Grass!
Return to your Soul to the looking glass,
for all that you know can change in one blink,
if you stop for a moment...
....and not bother to think!
©Jaki Healy 2008