My life is a journey through a market town, lined
with baskets from end to end. Energy, focus, and attention
are in my pocket; the Currency
I will spend. The sellers
peddle pride, power, and riches these are the commodities of choice if I fill my basket with these
things, the world will not disappoint. But my pockets are shallow, my
Currencies run thin and
the burden of choice commodities rubs hard against my skin. So
I opt for lighter fare, the ones
discarded in the snow - Creativity.
Simplicity. Happiness. Don’t you know? And Life and Love and Music, and children’s Laughter and Fun and Play! so much to fill my baskets
with barely a charge, per se. By my journey’s end
I have baskets, heavy
with their load. Not a burden, but a mantle - they are comforts
for my Soul. I have
Ten Million Baskets
filled!
with Love and Joy and Peace. My baskets are reminders of a life
well loved, and dreams
of good that never cease.
