Undiscovered Joy: A Poem
Like a ghost mingling among some fleshy creatures
I always make sure to turn fleshy before we touch
but a world apart from their painful features
although understanding them all so much.
Oh, how I wish they could understand me as well
not because I need a shoulder to cry on
but for them to shake off heavy armor and suffering spell
inspired enough with my spiritual garments to try on.
I've got nothing to sell and even less for bragging
can't even give for free what's not appealing to be taken
just feeling this wish at times persistently nagging
to see more smiles in this world looking god-forsaken.
With laughing spared for jokes and loving for lust
they wallow in what seems like a dark hypnotic trance
with worries and angers and struggles to adjust
while calling all that "human" with no wish to advance.
They don't think of "human" that's never been tried
that hidden part of us waiting to be yet discovered
one with choice, intent, and freedom as an inner guide
with unutterable harmony and peace of a true life-lover.