... I have not lived long enough yet..

There is more to life than boundaries and legacies.
I don't know if I ever will finish searching for peace in my soul, especially missing friends willing to spend time shearing my "jungle" of never ending understanding...


At my 88th birthday

At this current standard of living
all things are available to purchase,
needed or just tempted to have.
Short of complete English,
I looked for help to find explanation
for some words I’ve been thinking about lately.
The dictionary betrayed me.
“Legacy” – suppose to be a bequest of property.
What about the poems we write
in words without dictionary’s permission?
They are about love, sufferings,
misunderstandings,
searching for friendships,
trying to help and support some lost souls.
They are not material
packaged or saved at bank accounts.

I tripped at another word - “boundaries”.
Do you know about boundaries?
They are in everyone’s life and soul.
Do we notice them in daily actions?
Life needs disciplines
that can not be attained in a store.
They come from within your self
by severe self-control.
Do we have boundaries for ourselves?
Do we respect those of others?
Ignoring them Love gets killed,
leading to frustrations
that creates violence, depressions and suicide.
There are no rules what legacy, if any,
to leave after we’re gone.
It might help to read poetry with deeper thinking.
It might be possible to find how to build the boundaries
and disciplines in ourselves
by more severe self-control
how to leave the most worthy legacy:
unforgettable LOVE.