Notification from Facebook--
my posts received 90,000 "likes."
I could bathe in that ocean of love.
A friend asked me why I post.
Would the world be impoverished
if I stop posting?
Why do I post at all?
Let me tell you, Friend.
My timeline is where I converse
daily with myself.
It's my way of thinking out loud.
It's my way of thinking with others.
That is how I muse,
ponder and contemplate.
That is how I turn inward
and find answer from within.
It's my way of singing,
dancing and playing
in the garden of my mind.
It doesn't matter if only one person
responds or the entire world responses.
Any input from others
turn my monologue into
a dialogue and a collaboration.
90,000 "likes."
They are by no means trivial or frivolous.
Every "like" is a love letter.
It brightens up my day and brings music to my consciousness.
How can I not be grateful?
I put out my thoughts,
and the universe echoes.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 1:55 PM UTC
Notification from Facebook--
my posts received 90,000 "likes."
I could bathe in that ocean of love.
A friend asked me why I post.
Would the world be impoverished
if I stop posting?
Why do I post at all?
Let me tell you, Friend.
My timeline is where I converse
daily with myself.
It's my way of thinking out loud.
It's my way of thinking with others.
That is how I muse,
ponder and contemplate.
That is how I turn inward
and find answer from within.
It's my way of singing,
dancing and playing
in the garden of my mind.
It doesn't matter if only one person
responds or the entire world responses.
Any input from others
turn my monologue into
a dialogue and a collaboration.
90,000 "likes."
They are by no means trivial or frivolous.
Every "like" is a love letter.
It brightens up my day and brings music to my consciousness.
How can I not be grateful?
I put out my thoughts,
and the universe echoes.