A Field of Poppies
Sometimes I just don’t understand
this life
or the reasons for even
breathing.
Why is there so much ugliness
in such a perfect world,
why?
Why do I care
and you
just hate,
Fear.
I could dare you
to run fast and naked
through a field of poppies
and breath
and laugh and think of Nothing
but the pure joy
of your body, your soul
connected to the perfect earth,
laughed upon by the perfect sky -
why can’t you feel it?
Why can I not explain
that love and energy is there for free
for you
and me
and that is all that matters-
to embrace the whole -
not see it, or understand it,
just OPEN yourself to it -
it will come flooding in
and set you free.
copyright 1999, Unikorn Stardancer
