I am lost when
I ache to settle my soul
when trapped
eyeless running around in my head.
Lost
I am not
instead
am found.
I woke up with sunrise
and stretched
my consciousness
In a new town.
I am aware of:
The cool air.
The brightly changing leaves.
I began the morning
with idle chit chat with strangers,
delighting in the experience of being human.
Enjoying my senses:
the smell of hot coffee,
the smile shared with a stranger,
with my eyes open to see it,
feel it.
Oh, to not loose this feeling of wakefulness.
I would study with monks,
cry out with animals,
bow to the tide, as it washes up on my toes.
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