in the dawn of day.
The grandiose
(and reliable) Big Dipper
in the night sky
that guided Harriet Tubman
to freedom.
The luscious bite
of this perfect peach
in 95 degree summer heat
with my lover standing by.
The first ten seconds
of bedtime when
my animal body makes that delicious
direct contact
with fresh, clean sheets.
What more
could I ask for?
The bare naked
purity of that which
surrounds me
is whole(some) and complete.
I need not add-
or subtract.
The clarity that comes
from that Emersonian Awakening
of heaven on earth.
Meaning.
Magic.
Merriment.
Mysterious and romantic
they are.
And on more than one occasion,
I'm there, in full;
bathing in the fantastical,
sensual pleasures
of the mind's
creations.
Yet, as Pure Land
would suggest,
we may just
have everything we need.
Nothing more.
-Me
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