Your Life Has Touched Millions

YOUR LIFE HAS TOUCHED MILLIONS

This poem is for those who feel alone,
For to feel alone,
Can happen in a crowd,
Amongst many smiling faces,
By those who are loud,
Behind the mask of those who are proud,
It can happen in the midst of career success,
Even the rich and famous feel empty for they failed the test,
In the midst of a lovers gentle caress,
You should be more but feel less,
For it can be lonely when you reach the top of the mountain,
To find there is no end in sight,
As you fly your lonely kite to greater heights,
You feel no-one knows your plight.

For what they see is a sketch,
An outline,
A shadow,
A script,
A perfect picture,
Yet the content stays below,
For only you know,
The pain of aloneness.

So I write these words carried on the arrows of love,
To send you a friend,
A pen pal,
For there is no pay pal when friendship is real,
You are sent the sacred seal,
You are sent the love that heals,
Opening the book of your life without fail,
To set a new course on the winds of your sail,
To remind you that your life has touched millions.

Did you know…
many you didn’t even see,
As you were looking away,
They didn’t say,
You never thought you had the key,
That set so many free,
In the flash of your innocent smile,
The kindness in a throw away comment,
Your presence on the crowded pavement,
Rubbing shoulders to make room,
Your moments of brilliant insight that bloomed.

Please know…
your beautiful heart was not unnoticed,
For your life made a difference
like the peaceful lotus,
Anchoring your life to the root,
Opening a thousand petals in your wake,
For you are here,
For god’s sake,
And dearly loved.

Please consider…
love doesn’t judge how you spend your time,
Sitting on a park bench,
Creating art for art’s sake,
Drinking all night and sleeping all day,
Injecting heroin or cocaine,
Taking sleeping tablets to dull the pain,
For in your saddest moments know you are never alone,
For you are shrouded by truth,
AS the shroud of Turin knows where you’ve been,
As the universe is your roof,
Under cover,
The silvery stars alight your path,
With moon light,
The wind tickles your chin,
For you were never born of sin,
The only sin is not knowing that grace was always your kin.

Each person is here expressing their uniqueness,
Finding their own way without a map,
And no-one fails or falls short,
You are where you are meant to be,
For life is not happenstance or coincidence,
It is both a school and a stage,
We are each actors at each stage of our life,
And the lesson is in the pleasure or the pain,
Some play out the beauty pageant,
Others do not pay up and go to jail,
Some pay it forward,
Others join the mile high club to sail through life,
Others play by authoritarian rules,
Whilst some play without rules
For they are the fool,
For life is a school and a journey of a thousand smiles,
For no-one can walk in your moccasins,
For each stone can feel like hell,
Or a stepping stone towards heaven,
But remember you cannot know the light without the dark,
You cannot know the good without what feels bad,
Ying does not exist without yang,
For we circle the square,
And the candle light cannot be seen in the sun,
The sum of the parts is the whole,
And this is the pun,
Where life is fun.

For life is change,
It is a book of changes,
A new chapter finds the pauper strikes it lucky,
The rich man is stony broke,
For we know not how life unfolds,
We simply turn another page,
We move up another stage,
Within the fabric of time and space,
We do not make the road we simply walk it,
And we can choose to walk in fear,
Or choose to whistle and cheer at obstacles,
It is up to us how we travel the path,
In the end we will have the last laugh,
As the epitaph reads…

She believed life was fate,
from all thoughts everywhere,
To discover when she arrived late
she was on time,
for time does not exist it is nowhere … now here,
That water can turn into wine,
And you can be drunk on the elixir of life,
You can drink from the fountain of youth,
Youth exists in the heart not the mind,
You can fall in love without a soul mate,
And this can be the greatest detractor,
You can sing your own song without karaoke or sake,
For each song is a unique rthymn high on life,
For to fail is not to be broke,
Money is only plastic credit notes it is not purpose,
It is to fail to see the joke in the yoke,
To laugh to find the jailer is me,
To find in the end life is a god send,
Pulsing the good the holy and the beautiful in each thought,
Parading as the joke itself,
Truth is not serious,
And the joker was always the fool,
Unafraid of being seen as the idiot,
Rearranging the deck chairs,
Seeing differently,
Never taking the sinking ship seriously,
As always the end is a new beginning,
To happily live from the sublime to the ridiculous,
Her life was meant to be in the sun of fun!!
And this is the pun of great riddles.

So I leave that with you in peace,
There are no lonely hearts,
Only hearts that didn’t reach out to another’s heart,
Who hide under the covers not wanting to be seen,
Yet life is one crowded moment that glistens and gleems,
One magnificent tune searching for its highest note,
For you were always the star of this show,
And others watched you glow,
So allow yourself to shine without permission,
Uncover all your talents from above so below,
For we are waiting on your welcome,
Home.