Utopia and the Soap Bubble
Utopia and fairyland bliss,
my soap bubble has blown a kiss-
Shangri-La and earthly heaven,
blowing soap bubbles since I was seven.
Freedom and a reawakening of life in the
greatest degree has given me clarity with
less responsibility.
I’ve been to Mt. Zion a time or two
and had trust of dreams coming true.
I believe in utopia-
a place where no pain can be found.
I trust in the way the earth rotates
as the axis spins around.
In the final moment of my life will be a
bubble made of soap,
messy and slimy giving me nothing but hope.
A kingdom of wonder
without rain or roaring thunder-
a land of milk and honey without
the worry of wealth or money.
A safe haven for all to live,
with everyone willing to give-
a home with plenty of health
and more for you and less
need for yourself.
As a child, I had a dream, reality so it seemed-
I laid on the grass and rubble, blowing big and
round soap bubbles.
In my dream, I danced and pranced-
I played and stayed in the garden of Eden,
I made sand castles and my soul’s desires
did deepen.
I needed not material things-
diamonds or fancy rings,
but embraced the childlike feeling and held
onto the intense healing.
Freedom comes from the beauty within,
desire comes from your sweet soul-
Utopia… a magical place without sin,
blowing soap bubbles...
in a paradise to behold.
March 22, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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