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 ...
