He’s back! I recognized the energy right away and some of you will recognize this voice. Not sure how to divide up the phrases I heard, so bear with me, and my apologies to the poet - the phrasing here is my guess at how to type up the words hand-written continuously on the page ...
Surging ever deeper into the wild.
This world is like a playground for a child.
Magical
You pull a string and watch it bounce.
A puppet.
Knowing not who to the arms
The movement does bring.
Dance and sing.
Finding joy and laughter.
A clown’s big smile that lasts forever after.
Toys and games.
Play with abandon, then toss them away
And play again another day.
Explore.
Search for more.
Create.
Don’t sit and wait.
This is it –
Your game.
Play it for all its worth.
Dive in.
Go for a swim.
Do something crazy on a whim.
Get up and move.
Don’t just sit there.
Breathe in and out the joy-filled air.
Yours for the taking.
Yours for the making.
In life partaking.
All in.
(I love this reference to the poker term- “all in”- where you take the big risk and bet all the chips you have left. At this point when I could tell the poem was over, I felt a sense of this poet’s satisfaction and a dusting off of his hands, as if to say, “There!”
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This fellow reminds me of my dad...often making a whole lot of sense while doing an impression of Red Skelton or Milton Berle. And poker was his game. I've said before that I do like this spirit and appreciate his "smiling" at our human hesitations and limitations.
ReplyDeleteOn to more dancing, singing, exploring, creating, risk taking, and partaking in this magical existence we call life!
Is this the same old soul from "space travelers"?
ReplyDeleteI like the playfulness in this poem and the message of don't be afraid to take a risk and see where the cards fall...