Mark Leeper Poet Blank verse

Illusions of Enharmony

I dance on illusion,
getting caught up in the spin,
the sad waltz, the happy waltz,
the dance with foes,
that "I" have made.
Money makes me happy,
or money makes me sin,
it’s a tune that never ends,
following the painted footsteps on the floor,
when I was young.
Now I must spin faster,
keeping very still  and quiet as I go.
No more footsteps,
no more dance halls,
no more enharmonic trances played for me,
steady now in deep devotion, 
resting in the One Reality.

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Anne-Lise Andresen May 4, 2012 at 1:17 PM Mark, life is not a bed of roses...it says. Well written poem, like it. - Have a lovely weekend. - oxox hugs Anne-Lise

Joann Grisetti May 4, 2012 at 11:16 AM Quite a mix of images. I do remember the painted footstpes on the floor. Mark Leeper May 4, 2012 at 1:13 PM Probably too mixed up to be effective. Must be patient with poetry. I was trying to say when you get tired of what the world has to offer, you find that joy versus happiness can be found in deep meditation, merging with the One source of it all. At least that seems to be where I am at.