There was a time when men bartered goods,
This for that, that for those.
Then the coin appeared,
To make things easier.
...
What would be a measure
Of this space?
Could it be counted by what it has housed,
Or would what it could have held,
...
Stepping into happiness is like
Going swimming.
You put a toe in and test the waters
It's refreshing but you're unsure about the plunge.
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When you laugh,
It’s the laughter of a child,
But when I’m weak,
You’re big and strong for me.
...
A paper crane
Sits on my coffee table,
A good luck symbol,
Harbinger of happiness,
...
It came upon me like a blue moon
A severance of ties, and known realities,
I lay awake at night, counting imaginary stars
I consoled my heart, in an effort to love.
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Money
There was a time when men bartered goods,
This for that, that for those.
Then the coin appeared,
To make things easier.
Today there is an ocean of banknotes in our minds,
Cascades of paper, waves of bills;
It is a wonder we can think at all.
My, what a world we live in,
Ruled by men with their heads in noisy fish-tanks;
It is a wonder that anyone can see past themselves.
I pray for a better world,
Where we are not constantly counting ourselves,
Counting others,
Where there is a move from muted, wrinkled and soggy ideals,
To those of love and compassion.
Our thirst for gold will never be quenched,
Maybe we could feed our souls instead.
I fear if we don’t trade our misery for truth,
We may very well end up drowning in it.