Purity
is riding your bicycle
through the woods
under falling
maple leaves.
I struggle to hold onto it
even though
it’s easy
to hold on to.
It doesn’t make demands
or offer conditions
It’s always inviting,
wanting to be pursued.
You can start any time
at 2 or 92.
If you follow it
it will reward you.
Your best moments
are pure.
Love of the road
without a destination
Punching keys with delight and fire
Making independent decisions.
It’s funny
You will struggle to get what you want
in life
but other things
will come to you
effortlessly
offering different avenues
Why?
Because they were pure
You didn’t need to read that poem to anyone
or ask permission
You had no one else’s approval
but your own
These seemingly small random acts
become larger
until we control and constrain them
damming the river
to hell.
Here is one last bit of advice…
stick around in life
try new things
You will be surprised
when plans don’t work out
and spontaneity
offers something better
a light bulb
a cure
a passion
for purity.