your words wow me
articulate and precise
your intellect excites me
opening my tiny mind
dazzling me with your knowledge
your ideas are like a dream
commanding my attention
making me listen
I hang on your every word
Because your thoughts are…
Your mind is a wonderland
I long to explore
Tell me everything you know
I would be content
to sit by your side
what to do with weighted thoughts of jealousy
barbs of envy piercing the solitude
the dark feelings swirl- cyclical and jarring
illuminating the depths of lowliness
questioning the eagerness of intent and motive
willing it to all melt away
this mind is a dueling paradise and prison
subject to its subject
victim or champion
ever searching for a stability only “normal” will provide
elusive and fleeting
the power of thought
transcends all consciousness
believing in the inevitable or doubting the obvious
beckoning the beholder
to consider the consequence
of innocent fantasies
for the mind breeds actions
which the heart is forced to honor
honor is unforgiving
longing for the “real “
truth in thought
*images from Google
Simple is never what it seems… Humility exists as a simple idea… Ideas develop and they flee…
Fleeting thoughts are not always truth… Truthful ideas can be simple…Perception is a type of truth.
Sorting through thoughts and ideas like a deck of shuffling cards.
How can I find the right card? Is it a trick, a game, amusement?
Is it sleight of hand, or an illusion?
Life is not a game, or a trick.
There are no quick fixes, no magic bullets.
No miracle workers or holy rollers.
It is uncomplicated and it can be as plain as the nose on your face.
Faith is truth. Truth is clear. Clarity is honest.
The answer to life is found in the spirit.
It’s as simple as that.
First, this is a beautiful poem. Second, this has to be the cutest little guy reciting a Billy Collins poem I’ve ever seen or heard.
I wish I would’ve helped my children learn to memorize poetry like this.
There are other videos of him on YouTube if you’re interested!