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My Flares of Bliss: A Poem

Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.


From tiny, tiny waves of joy, one gets to the ocean of happiness, which is called bliss.

-- Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

In the past, at moments when I felt like this

they would ask me if I had smoked weed

as they only knew of an artificial bliss

so it had to be marijuana or speed.

Interestingly, it's not nearly contagious

as the pissed-off disposition would be

it may even be seen as outrageous

by those on daily misery spree.

That's why I mostly reserve such a mood

for times of my meditative walks in park

where I won't appear as a weird dude

appearing just as happy as a lark.

How I do it -- please don't even ask

no amount of trying will get you there

for, if it's not easy -- it's impossible task

the only explanation I could think of as fair.

Suffice it to say -- just off hand

it's about the ability to drop it all

nothing to know or to understand

just let your mind have that free fall.

Don't hold onto anything, be a kid again

chasing butterflies on aromatic meadows

to see it from adult perspective is all in vain

for, kid can't feel blissful in authorities' shadow.

© 2022 Val Karas