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Liquid Saturday

I roll around in my warm bed by myself like a dulcet silken bag of potential poetry spoken into an imaginary lovers ear.  Or I could sing to him.  I haven’t had that opportunity yet.

I’m happy…really.   It’s abundant, nurturing, warm, and close to the earth.

I find the peacefulness of being by myself in a relationship with myself to be magical.  I can surf the waves of words that sit below my navel and bring them up into my stomach to digest with my breakfast, then into my heart where my son, cute animals and gentle firemen reside and express it through the voice in my fingers.

Put me on a secure raft in some warm tropical waters and that’s where I am.

Sure, I have to cook, chew my food, do the dishes and take out the trash, but that is atmospheric seasoning to where my percipience is really focused.

My perception is in my body which is still feeling the dream I had last night like a crab secure in its loose-fitting, restful shell.

Only the inspiration of a local tree could suggest I stand up and walk out the door made from it’s relation.  The trees get used and splintered for our delight with the fantasy of solid things.  My world is really liquid, empty space full of potential.

woman-in-water

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