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This Moment

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.

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Perfect Now

I walked that narrow path

along the creek

after three days away

Blue-Eyed Mary dancing

with Sweet William

two dogs racing forth

Kingfisher zooming low

I in my muddy boots

with the deep satisfying certainty

that every One, this I, all of us, were

precisely where and as we should be

breathing being blooming in that

exact and perfect now.

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Spring

Stumbled upon a hillside of bluebells

never before seen by me

in the lushly green mossily

green thickly green woods

of my wanderings and

my heart already tenderly

rendering love notes noted

that I this humble I am free

(miraculously) to be and breathe

exactly here precisely now

utterly perfectly wantonly

present for this marvel

we call simply

Spring.