If there was no fear; I’d be something
If there was no suffering; I’d smile
If there was no pain; I’d relax.

There’s an if everyone wants, a smile everyone wants.
There always will be, we know it won't help, we know it won't harm.
We know it yet we want It; we want it more than anything in the world.

It's not a material thing, It's something else.
If someone understood, maybe I could.

I cycle along,

the horse watches me, maybe –


I'll stop and touch him.

Deep tranquil aromas
steamy mirrors
warm liquid all around
my senses come alive

fantasies of your touch
in places I soak
in this luxury
reflect

I lay back
and feel
knowing
You are right here, always!

Is there a basic joy
in experiencing
every experience
which I experience?
Is there joy in sights:
colour, shape, size, patterns?
Is there joy in sounds:
loud, soft, tone, pitch?
Is there joy in touch:
hard, soft, rough, smooth?
Is there joy in smell and taste:
salty, sweet, pungent, tangy?

Touch -
The most significant insignificance.
Sight -
The slightest intention.
Hearing -
The loudest silence.
Taste -
The most complicated intricacy.
Smell -
The love of the non-discriminatory.
You -
The "when all else fails".

it's easier to forget
being poor than being rich.

loved poor children think they are rich,
or can remember, being so,
feeling so,

even now, past fifty, giving sponge baths
in assisted living for rich
abandoned grandmas.