The Pleasure of Memory

The Pleasure of Memory

and
vagueness became an identity
rising moon
assembling the cusp of light

underneath silence
we think
and move into the opposite
of ourselves

dogs
bark as I caress the inside
of your
earth

white petals fall through 
the decimals of time
swelling
the surface
of my instinct

we drink at last
if and only if
water

Introduce me to pure pleasure

Introduce me to pure pleasure

[the wind]

Let's give a moment to observation

nothing being superfluous

it's true we aim at the lot

interacting, fitting goals

                                         ours

though the whole

develops in a subtle refined way

                                         embracing

tunes of unison by universe.

[the wind

whispers half of]

Let's contemplate nature

binding us. Let's allow its magma

to invade and ignite

our inner self disposition of going along with

[the wind

whispers half of

the truth we can inhale]

Let's fuse, unite in the warmth of grass

let's taste it and share

this flow with all the things around us

                        trees, rocks, electric wires, fences,                         paths, garbage, space

all shrinks to

[the wind

whispers half of

the truth we can inhale

the other remains safe within]

a cell where everything soothes in a moment of pure communion. Take it.

[the wind

whispers half of

the truth we can inhale

the other remains safe within

nature]

Are there any words capable

of mirroring

the landscape the brain suggests when

we stop                                             thinking

and just give room for       contemplation

Is there anything else?

© 2014, JC