The Most Precious Secret: A Poem
From moment to moment directed mood
brings about a power highest of them all
and it would all be very easily understood
if we didn't make it so much easier to stall.
What I am talking about is a really big secret
bigger than any that we could possibly know
it's based on that much familiar ripple effect
one tiny circle pushing many others to grow.
But we cut it short letting bad ones spread
forgetting that continuity is making it work
with one after another wave of joy instead
and a winning smile, not a conceited smirk.
Thus it wouldn't be such a secret at all
if we didn't make it so damn hard to do
slaving to crappy feelings we just crawl
instead of marching into something new.
It's losing from our focus what to want
making us drift over wastelands of fear
with each unfavorable breeze we daunt
promptly shifting spirit's into a lower gear.
That's what makes this secret so elusive
like pie in the sky unattainable and strange
and we are bound to keep the crap intrusive
all until we see the secret within spirit's range.