If I had a moment of meditation yesterday, to observe myself, I might be damp with poetry instead of possessing only this dry wind in the hollow of the pen where the ink should be.
In a way I felt nothing new about lying nude in the silty water. The sun fell strong on my chest and burned the skin. The algae undulated softly beneath me. The sand and the bark rubbed the places where my body bends- rubbed them raw.
But of all this I felt as little as I feel about lying on my own bed in my favorite shirt- nothing. Gorgeous, perfect, restful, energized, at peace.
PHOTOCRED: Robert E. Merrill
In a way I felt nothing new about lying nude in the silty water. The sun fell strong on my chest and burned the skin. The algae undulated softly beneath me. The sand and the bark rubbed the places where my body bends- rubbed them raw.
But of all this I felt as little as I feel about lying on my own bed in my favorite shirt- nothing. Gorgeous, perfect, restful, energized, at peace.
PHOTOCRED: Robert E. Merrill
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