Washing dishes, worrying about tomorrow,
long lines putting my mind to sleep leaving
me weak, deciding to ignore it, not keeping
score how often I’ve failed to excel in doing
a job without any passionate involvement
Following my guru’s advice to fantasise my mind
into a state of positive expectation; feeling warmth
of contentment in my son’s smile & my beloved’s
attempts to improve life and dreaming of treating
people with new ideas that will make them forget
Their own sorrows like I’m forgetting mine devising
events to bring wonderment into their lives, reviving
the joy of discovering Lyall Watson’s Supernature,
the Multiverse of Quantum Physics and Seth of Jane
Roberts explaining we create our own universe
Relaxing into the dream, each moment as warm as
sweetened coffee and happy, wondering smiles as
innocent as a touch of soft eyes caressing my lips
in a glowing world – oh, this is SO much better
than worrying about tomorrow – thank heaven
For imagination, without it I would rather die….
12 June 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem