The soul of moss  (180 mm w/extender)

“though it is true, the heavy blades of the world
are still pounding underneath.
And this is what you can do too, maybe.

if you live simply and with a lyrical heart
in the cumbered neighborhoods or even,
as Mozart sometimes managed to, in a palace,

offering tune after tune,
making some hard-hearted prince
prudent and kind, just by  being happy.”

   Mary Oliver, “Mozart, for Example,” from “Thirst.”

   I seek a lyrical heart.
   I seek a mythically driven life
   I seek to set my own limits on life,
   and not be swallowed up the conventions
   and expectations of others.
   I seek happiness, which is impossible
   without grief and loss.
   I seek love, in all parts of my life.
   I seek to create and create and create,
   and then to create some more,
   and to leave behind me a trove for
   some poor soul to hide, or toss away,
   or perhaps even keep a bit, and let it see
   the light.