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.
December 13, 2011 at 11:13 am
Love this poem – those really are the best things in life: bubbling up from who the hell knows where?
Constantly Amazed,
Shawn
December 13, 2011 at 6:16 pm
Thanks! Seriously, who the hell knows.