A Soft, Diaphanous Song Poem by Margaret Alice

Intentions misread, why think I’m aiming for turquoise
when purple is my goal in life? Why ascribe meanings
not intended to my expressions? What to do to
convince you of my motivation in life?

Alone in the mind, though part of an interconnected
consciousness matrix, aware of own emotions only,
illumed by thoughts shining forth; though surrounded
by words on paper clamouring for life

Inside the mind lives in private ideas, measuring inner
ideas with outside measures present unexpected equations,
the inadequacy of communicating thoughts through symbols
like words spelled out again

The world outside are merely props on which we hang our
ideas, I love the props my life presents, endowing them with
magical properties and superhuman strength; when one
insists on discarding the mantle of magic

Harping on inadequacies for the enchanting role my mind
assigned to him, I sigh in disappointment, not expecting
any performance at all, simply joyous acceptance of an
enlarged perception of the meaning of life

A willingness to be a harmonious chord in the melody of
beauty, no changes or action required, only goodwill and
inner fire; no real desire, only floating along in the dream
of unconditional love, allowing all things good

To shine in a soft, diaphanous song…