Clutter

Piles of laundry

jumble of toys

bottled up emotions

that can rob us of joy.

Clarity becomes foggy

anxiety replaces peace

and the time to watch sunsets 

seems to disappear with ease.

The mirage of more 

is the American dream,

of wealth, of having, of deserving;

the realities unseen.

More data, more friends,

more house and more story-

more cars, more fame, 

more work and more glory.

In this desert of excess

we cannot stay content

our thirst equates dehydration

for all the hours we’ve spent-

Spent worrying, cleaning, attending

to our clutter

we’ve acquired over time

seeking for a better-

Life than we have,

the grass is always greener

but the oasis we desire

comes from being freer.

So, edit the words

calm the commotion-

leave space for ideas,

worthwhile goals and devotion.

Eliminate the extra,

let creativity thrive

cultivate gratitude for simplicity-

unify, rather than divide-

Desires and needs, 

where we feel fulfilled

our spirit is all we will possess,

intelligence, upon which we should build-

A shelter of growth

under which there is peace,

the satisfaction from a breeze

contrasts heat with its relief.

Joy that springs up

when to stillness we succumb,

for “the more simple we are,

The more complete we become.”

*quote by Rodin.