The journey into the heart of the light
Begins with delight in the night:
Closed eyes, open heart look within
Feel fear fading: that knot of worms
That aches like a twisted fist
Recedes as its hideous pewter
Illumination sputters into insignificance.
Allow the softly quivering liver to
Flush away tension and relax.
Consider joy of reunion with bliss.
Consider fresh life burgeoning blossoming
I recall misted pink and white
And pastel blue blueberry blossoms,
Little bells, sweet, tangy, plucked by my little
Eager fingers, sounding sweet music
On my tongue, promising sweet luscious
Plump berries later after summer’s sun.
And gentle spearmint leaves, cedar,
Pine sweetening the air in the quiet
Sundrenched July glades. There I
Felt softness, a greater compassion of
The earth. I remember crouching,
A child, blissful for the moment,
Delighting in smoothness, sweetness, everything.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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