I'm on my way.

No. No. I don’t think too much. Any more than breathing too much. Thinking is essential. For life. More essential than breathing. Spirits don’t breathe. To stay alive.  They only think. That’s the way spirits converse. With each other. And with themselves. They live by non-physical means. Spirits shed physical life. For something far better. More meaningful. In order to be/feel totally free. Unencumbered. Unrestrained.  Spirits are free to roam. Anywhere. Little wonder. That I yearn to be spirit. Of being fully born. Fully alive. Only then can one become a living and vibrant poet. Yes, a poet. That’s what I want to be. No more. No less. Than a spiritual poet. I’m on my way. --Jim Broede