On the road to awakening

On the road to awakening…

wake to the sense of self – count the numbers

of my years – shake the shock – manacle the melancholy

turn in the softness of feathered bed to the gentle winding

road - to the cool place within – scented with something unnamed

frangipangi, an incense tree – something spicy and soft, surround

greenery draped dripping in splendid scented abundance over simple

cedared shack sides shining in shafted filigreed light - comfort cooing

in the emerald wetted greenery – clean perfectly calibrated air – 

deep breaths -cool water poured on the burning parts, 

deep breaths, embracing strength of presence kneads the tight parts – 

deep breaths – flow - loose- ready - now

for the road I am supposed to accept as real – open eyes and smile ...