Carousel of Perpetual Motion

A poem

Carousel of perpetual motion Always moving, forward, upward, onward faster, faster, round and round Getting there, wherever, anywhere Perpetually overruling the Joy of the journey

Joy of the journey with its detours and sights revelations and hidden gems Unseen from the Carousel where only the heartless enjoy the ride

The rest of us get lost in the motion sickness of the Carousel We lose our souls in the blinding light of blurry shapes, shooting past with lightning speed We lose our hearts in reaching for intenible riches, built on crumbling pedestals

Faster and faster the Carousel spins Fingers strain from holding on Nails crack from digging in Hands ache from gripping hard holding on to the notion that the Carousel is all there is the Carousel is the only way to be

When fingers fail to hold on to the slippery surface of the Carousel When hearts fail to yearn for the elusive destinations promised When souls fail to fill with the empty promise of tomorrow We fall off the Carousel Hearts and souls screaming from the failure in itself

As we scream and bodies fall in agonizing downward motion the surprising cushion of a plush meadow catches us, breaking our fall The richest garden of Eden that we never knew existed thriving in the exile man has imposed

As our hearts fill and our souls replenish our eyes open to reveal Nirvana where explosive colors of exotic flowers majestic rivers and ancient trees tallest mountains and deepest valleys go on forever, neverending

And in our failure, we can learn the lesson meant for all of us That failing isn’t failure in itself and destruction breathes new life into life That the Carousel isn’t all there is and falling off gives new perspective That the journey is the magical part and to enjoy it while we’re here