12/11/2011

freedom’s best break dance moves are effortless,

therefore

the best things in life are not achieved,

they simply arrive although not from the east,

or any direction or anyplace,

they don’t stop to rest, panting, in photographs

or recordings or poems,

they don’t keep on shelves

like cans of tomato soup or chowder.

still it’s a good time, this capture rapture.

A very large and deep happiness

wells up from my inside,

freedom keeps on dancing, there is no last dance to save.

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2 Comments on “12/11/2011”

  1. sebeard@snet.net Says:

    Love this poem – those really are the best things in life: bubbling up from who the hell knows where?

    Constantly Amazed,
    Shawn

  2. whalebeard Says:

    Thanks! Seriously, who the hell knows.


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