Contentment

 In my Nakedness , I stand open  . . .                    
 invoking what comes next.

 Inherently choosing where I belong
  in each new moment.

In the stillness of the mind
In the loudness of the world
In the music of the forest
In love
Alone . . .

Exploring each direction ,
trying on each new idea ,
feeling the texture and depth of each splendorious skin .

A continuious regeneration of scenery.

I am immersed in the deeper tones of later years,
with well traveled perspective.
Now all a lyrical illumination.


Lark