Sunday Morning

It's time to get back to myself.

busy was I helping everyone else
helping those who chose to not help themselves
allowing them to vicariously 
live out 
their dreams - via me
all the wishing they were free! 
they were at peace 
for that energy - that hungry energy within these beings
seeped into this form 
draining me...
but no more.

gone, is the hectic
this! this return to nature
gone, is the chaos
this! this return to home
I reside here. in my silence
this haven and harem and lab of gorgeous solitude- 
this is real glamour! 
this is real beauty!

alone (never lonely) with my thoughts 
at last - time. to feast and explore. 

these thoughts- new puzzles to disessemble 
these thoughts - new animals to dissect.
my thoughts - complex, watch them flow now 
like a river 

(and something whispers "this unashamed stream of consciousness")

Yes. 
I slip into the warm waters of un-literal
suds and fuzz and bubbles surrounding 
water - relaxing 
flesh, muscles- my mind
unwinding
this warmth - and I feel it now
and all this within me- for it is me.
I am the warmth 
I am the water
I am the soap and flesh... 
my mind
is

breathing. 
I am
happy, I am
ready to rediscover every inch of my world 
My only influence- instinct and feelings - my knowledge- my map!
I look around - with an eye for detail and things that often go unnoticed
and I notice that I am surrounded only by the paintings I have dared to paint. 

so, my thoughts, my soul, my mind and flesh and world- be a dear and do not be late
and I shall happily feed you from the vines- these grapes- green 
the finest fruit, the finest foods, we shall taste. peace.
on this sunday morning. 

this, they can not take away
there will always be a sunday morning.