AIR HEAD

These words bring to mind,
blondes, without too much sense,
it is what the notion is,
that it is about one quite dense.

A fools idea, to be sure,
one who didn't know much,
one with no idea of real life,
one who was quite out of touch.

The supreme state of mind,
sought by all who ever thought,
to be an air head,
a state that can't be taught.

To have a mind that is,
open, clear, clean and free,
to be a place,
where thoughts can play peacefully.

No cobwebs, no clutter,
no backlogs or worry,
no place for a thought to snag,
thoughts and ideas can float in all day,
a clear path to exit without drag.

Those with hangups,
those with much worry and fear,
have cluttered and confused minds.
a fresh thought or idea won't get near.

When I speak of nature,
when I speak of clouds,
when I speak of clearness of mind,

I am speaking of what I know,
I am speaking of how I live,
I am telling you what I am.

I have thoughts,
I have concerns,
I am human in those same ways,
BUT, I file it all away,
never lit it snag and clutter.

My mind is clear,
my mind is free,
as that is how I prefer,
in float ideas and thoughts,
like the clouds floating by.

I don't try to capture them,
I don't try to control them,
BUT, because I am an AIR HEAD,
I absorb what they carry.

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
August 20, 2002