A Daily Joy

For Liza Half of what I tell you is unnecessary. So why do I feel so pressed, so anxious to tell you? Is there perhaps another invisible world that penetrates ours, and leaves behind in our passive minds things of ultimate importance in that other dimension? I think that makes sense, but what do you think? By the way, what is written in this message, as you have surely already guessed, is necessary! It's not life-saving. It offers no immutable promise. In fact, if shafts of ecstasy should fall from above and slice through you, and lift you, body and soul, into some altered state of being, just ignore all of my blather, and surrender to that visitant energy. I'll never be in an elsewhere that has no trace of you! But if this present moment is spread out before you like a welcome mat in front of a dear friend's house, and you feel content, in body and soul, in anticipation of her talk and her whimsy, then, of course, consider this message necessary and worth your time, because every line of my poem is meant to make you smile, and to make you smile is my daily joy. Now, what about my theory about penetrating worlds?