Joys
The warmth of a cozy bed
A loved body nestled close
Stretching out time just a little bit
And a lazy interlude in a busy day
Green red and yellow beneath my knife
A heady leafy smell on my fingertips
The whirr of grinding spices
And the timeless act of everyday creation
The giddy tang of a sweaty body
Ache of muscles unused
Racing heartbeats pumped up blood
And body and mind pulsing to a perfect place
Words that strike a chord stop your breath
Hold you beyond time and place
Quiet evenings lost in alien worlds
And language more real than life itself
Silent conversations stolen moments
Gateways to buried thoughts
Introspective questions contemplation
And the joys of hushed solitude.
2 comments:
except for that cooking part, I would agree with everything else..! there's no joy or relaxation for me in the kitchen :)
:) when i actually get down to cooking, i enjoy it. problem is, it is so rare!
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