Poetry, food for thought,

But the important thing is to show,That it’s a time, when inner feelings also grow.

Different tastes,MannerismsTime to wasteIndividualisms,I supposeIt’s all part ofThe behavioralPattern,Of the human race.We are all,So differentIn so many waysThink of itAnd practice,Understanding,ToleranceFor others’ views,As long as not harmfulPractice kindness,Not terror’sInfractionsBring about peaceNot destructive,DissatisfactionAnd above, be goodTo one another,Please,Don’t hurt each other.

Flashes of lightThat grow and growIlluminating, poet’s skyTranslating, psychic insights wide,Seeing and molding instant flightNever before by poet felt,But now, intense, and wide and svelteThat cannot just be left behind,Feelings so deep you think you’ll burstInto a million stars that shine and hurt,Like when giving birth.

So muchAnd yet,We still haven’tLearnedHow to get alongPrisoners and slavesOf our primitive passionsLimiting,The scopeOf inner compassion..

The heart doesn’t listen,Even, if you want it to.I love you,And it’s very hard,Because I can’t tell you,My whole life is sad.I love you,How can that be?I don’t even know you,And you don’t know me.