An anatomy of bliss

I am a straight             line

And within me             there is a shrine

of laughter and              joy, of success

and pleasure and             all that is divine

lies inside me.  This            line

 

where flowers bloom           inside me

when the earth blushes          and the sky weeps

in sadness or in happiness.        The fear of failure,

the emptiness post-cowardice      is also embedded deep

in my vessels, and nerve endings.     All in this linear design. I keep

 

love in all its forms – shadowed by           obsession, or infatuation

or nothing-at-all – just pure unabridged        freedom from fixation,

in me. I sense the rays of the morning  sun          light me and my nakedness

from a sky-window in a wooden frame below        two oak trees. Relaxation

and supreme bliss are within me too and in them       I float sometimes. In contradiction

 

anxiety also runs through as forceful as the Great           Amazon river cutting into an ancient

rainforest breaking everything inside of me – one by       one by one. But it is the reminiscent

affection of a lover that breaks this line while emerging from love, to come out on the other side.

I find it contorted, my reality ashift. I gather my -        self, collect my things and refocus my obedient

mind to other people and cultivate a new reality        that is in truth more rigid, even a tad fiend-

 

ish. Certainly altogether boring to some degree          and less intense to a great extent. It chides

me with its discipline, resolve to find           

new interests and people. To

open the heart and mind

while this new reality also seems uncomfortable       - a new skin to wear and tear. 

 

-for my very self