26. Myself

Come on over here and take your shoes off.
Let the grass tickle your feet gently.
Is it stinging your soul?

Breathe in deeply and smell the joy in the flowers
as they lift their faces to the rains and dance oh so daintily!

You can dance daintily too.
Go on. Do it.
No one is watching.

Taste the water that’s
Falling from the sky.
Does it taste familiar to you?
Is it salty?
Think back to the time when you first tasted it.

Free your senses.
Let them caress you.
Let them envelope you.

But stop just awhile…
Do you hear that noise?
Or is it just you breathing?

©Brindology 2004

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