Beautiful thoughts

My first poem breathed herself through me 
When I was just six years old
Soft faced and bright eyed
I hardly knew that many words then
Yet she didn’t seem to care
Like the first time your lover kisses you
It was everything - silent, loud, electric, eternal. 

You know how beautiful thoughts 
Pass through you
But sometimes you just can’t hold them
Maybe you’re too busy waiting in line 
For someone to tell you to go to another line
Or on hold to a tune that you wished you never had to hear
Or maybe there’s just too much pain inside 
For them to even safely land.

Dyou ever feel your life 
Should really be set to music 
And the whole world
Is watching you and waiting for you
To Say something
Like how fucking magnificent and weird is being a human?! 

Or like one part of you 
Wants to be held for the longest time
While another wants everyone to
Get The Fuck Away?! 

Some times I wish I didn’t know 
About the world 
So I didn’t feel the need 
To save it

Need someone to tell me - 
You can’t save it anyway 
So please, let yourself
Be a gardener

Or be still 
So you can catch the thoughts
That want to land in you 
And write poems 
That help the world save itself 

But then she keeps creeping back
Like a stone in the lowest part of a river
Growing heavier and larger in the depth of my soul 
Pulling me down to a Place 
Where I can never forget… 
Moral Duty

Oh, Moral Duty, yes!
I feel you, but sometimes 
I just want to Dance!

To scream and to cry
And to run through the mountains 
Like you had never met me nor touched me so young
Like I never knew your name or felt your stare

Out in the paddock beneath heavy moonlight
I stopped in my tracks 
And wept as I realised 
That the best and the worst of Everything
Will never be rendered
Never really ever wholly captured in its
Beautiful Tragic Essence

Think about that
Words can’t hold 
The Full profundity 
Of the human experience
Not even poetry

And I sat
And I cried
In a way that
Can never be described

And Duty made her bed
As the Tao looked on
Taking notes in its ancient note book
And the moon held the heaviness
And the air stood still
As beautiful thoughts quietly 
Filled up the sky.