40 year journey poem

DS Poem

Ode on a 40 year journey Now the river flows up, The river of leaving, memory alone is God's Grace, Outside is the frog chorus Inside the roaring ocean, With the buzz of satisfying bliss, solitude is the best of luck, poverty is a passport, abandonment glowing health, mind understands the magnificent glory and is in love with the heart, Birds, frogs, turkeys, woodpecker-the noise is surprisingly loud. Ecstacy all encompassing. A treasure for the taking. Always at the ready No more restraints No more conditions Death comes nearer and nearer Becoming sweeter and sweeter, The Day a microcosm of a life, I forgot the sunset and it set on me. Wondering where it went. The day was soon over. In sleep there will be no dream There is only one dream worth having any ways. I've learned not to count the years But to make the moment My poem waited for me, Until I saw the Moon, The poem is not the purpose, But only a side effect. Oh Sun do not rush, Bird do not sing, So the world can continue to sleep So I can awake I dont know where the poem Comes from, I dont know when the poem ends. And feel no need to modify the poem. All is done to satisfaction. DS Poem April 16, 2014