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