This time this moment this now
of deluxe wild blissful contentment
I can put down to nothing in particular:
the unquestionable isness of it
the unabashed mmmm of it humming
warmly in my festooned heart
waltzing its way down to my toes
jiving up and out to the ends
of each grey and brown hair
on my one and only head
not to mention along the way
sparking up a plethora
of sweet little cells pockets
molecules neurons and protons
all smooshed delicately together
through choo-choo train tunnels of
veins and arteries carrying all
manner of whatnot to where
it once and for all belongs
smack dab squarely
in this luscious time
this delightful moment
this yummy
scrumptious
exquisite
now.
saintly for sure!
Really? Saintly?
Real saints had very blissful experiences and lived very much in the now and experienced god and oneness very physically.
Ah. Well!