Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.
Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
-- Joseph Campbell
It is a world that I choose to know
filling up my soul's library of rhymes
capable of setting my whole life aglow
connecting old age with childhood times.
In colors so psychedelic are these butterflies
aimlessly visiting one flower then another
in fancy where only limit is blue skies
sanctuary where nothing can bother.
Willful intent in charge of the stage
orchestrating inner symphony of love
doing this fine job transcending my age
as if drawing its energy from heaven above.
I run out of words trying to describe this joy
where nothing is missing to make life complete
what looks like problem feels like my favorite toy
with life a purpose to itself just happening so sweet.
Oh yes, sometimes I make those outside trips
pretending to care about collective illusions
holding the humanity in a constant grip
of some common sense delusions.
That's when I'm writing my wise ass satires
am I really being serious -- or I just pretend
playing someone who couches and inspires
faking it all, while they fake they understand.
But how could it possibly spoil anything at all
in this inner world where harmony is The rule
well, I am merely answering to my inner call
but no one graduates in highest life's school.
© 2022 Val Karas