Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
Assessing myself now I can't write a heroic verse
for that I don't have enough of a peacock face
yet seeing how in all this vast universe
I occupy just my own reserved space.
My body, this mini-galaxy of atoms with no count
with its vast intelligence orchestrating life in me
crowned with consciousness that's paramount
all something different than anyone can see.
We take for granted the way that we appear
much of inner dynamism we may even curse
but our ultimate truth is bound to stay unclear
while we drag our life story from bad to worse.
For, no one ever told us about power of our mind
the one that can break us when it's not used well
and its good magic we are not even trying to find
just going through this life as if under a losing spell.
With untold intelligence ready at all time
to heal us, to make us happy and calm
we keep committing this intimate crime
oblivious to available remedy and balm.
Pity, I say, as again I am igniting my own bliss
in this piece of space that's exclusively mine
creating so many happy moments like this
celebrating life -- the gift that's so divine.
© 2021 Val Karas