My Atlantian shoulders

empty of weight 

Soft space, gentle smells

beautiful things

And I can exhale. Relax

I am home

Sometimes I muse how so many different cultures formed the USA and it should have been the best of the best. Yet instead we find ourselves in LFA - Lord of the Flies of America, a place where little is sacred, worth or respected. But much is about attention, control and being right. 

This brings my memory to a joke... but that's another story.

Out of all things

that don't tolerate stagnation 

today I chose greed 

as fuel. To explore other places

I open doors

to what's not mine

and it leaves dirt 

all over my attention

floors

So this is a goodbye

My sacred morning space

my sacred morning body

and routine 

Stop spinning! let me have this

for a few full days