Flight To The Stars

A friend of mine is calling

Sometimes he is haunted

by toxic fears and sorrows

He visits the graveyard of regret
I should have done this

I should have done that

He digs up bones 
and old photographs
the fragments of a lost life
He finds no peace

I say don't go there

I'm all about creating for today

Not the graveyard of regret 

Let the dead bury the dead

The anxiety of

change

paralyzes you 

And decimates your will

If you want freedom,

Free your mind

focus on the living

the hyper truth 

the magnificence of this moment

Tired and in pain

the hiker still climbs higher

To achieve a greater view

Top of the mountain

The valley below

I would rather be

Hunting and gathering

For music that moves me

Poetry that lifts me

Art that inspires me

I'm about the Awakening

the rapture, 

the ecstasy 

the flight to the Stars

There is no limit

to our height

and depth

because I know we are

part of infinity

I am the transcendentalist

the idealist, the mystic

manner of delight

My spaceship is gathering speed

I'm going to a planet 11 million

light years away. 

In my mind,

the travel is but an instant

Transportation is transcendence

I'm the transcendentalist

My flight is to the stars.

Won't you come with me dear friend

There is no one living in the 
graveyard of regret.

-Michael Hooper
Dec. 8, 2018