Inner life condition, more than anything
Gives rise to our joy and satisfaction
Little else really matters
Nothing else can save us from the demons
We’ve carried around since birth—
The demons we must lose before we die
What is in our hearts
What brings our minds peace
Speaks louder than any words
Saying more to others
About who we are
Whether we’re worth the time
To know as a friend
While many, perhaps most
Strive for happiness in the outer realm
Our souls can never abide there
We are but single heartbeats
Echoing across a vast canyon of moments
But we are those heartbeats
And that’s all that will ever matter
Poetic Alchemist 
Joanne: The D80 is really nice. I hope your dream comes true!
Don,
So, I went and held a Nikon D80 (and a D60) in the store. The dreaming continues, but thank you for posting the inspiration. Dreaming is a most wonderful thing to do 🙂
Thanks Kai. Glad you are well. Me too.
Joanne: Thanks. Hope you are well.
Very, very nice and very true. Thank you, Don.
i am well. how about you? beautiful poem
Thanks Dan, Andrew, Borut and Q. Appreciate you stopping and sharing.
Yep. You do have a way with those final lines.
And those photos.
I really love the ending of this — you’re so good at that!
Yes, the condition of our inner life!?:)
Hi Don,
nice to see you are still blogging poetical
Thanks Dan. Hope you have a nice day!
Very nice!
Thanks!
Those cicadas are cool, among others, too.
Thanks!