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After a hard day, I relaxed in the shower.
I bent over and let the warm water run.
As it began to penetrate my body I turned
it to very hot. The pleasure rose immensely.
After a very trying experience I needed time.
A HARD thing, to squeeze in sometimes.
The DAY to day, mundane, obscenity
we call work. Five days and a handshake
from which I have to wipe the drool as
soon as I can before RELAXING a bit,
IN THE SHOWER.
The immense pleasure of almost
scalding hot water, started me thinking
of how lucky and blessed I really am.
It’s good to reflect on such things, to keep
from getting all BENT out of shape.
To dwell OVER things without reminding
oneself that this was the way it really was
is a good way to end up in a mental state.
If we think about the good things AND LET
THE WARM feelings run through us like
soaking in a nice hot furo with the steam
rising through the WATER on a cool night, we
begin to get the picture.
It is very hot. The pleasure rises.
As I RUN the memories through my
mind and AS the many things I have shared
in life BEGAN TO PENETRATE the corners of
all capacity to maintain composure,
tears welled readily as MY BODY began
to react to the memories.
Quickly I TURNED a simple process into
a healing meditation. IT proved to be
something I do often when I
feel the need TO take a VERY HOT bath.
It is amazing how THE PLEASURE of one’s
own company often is beneficial, and should
not be taken lightly. I ROSE to a higher plane
of understanding of my inner self s that day,
and am now IMMENSELY more comfortable
just being me.
Mar 5 2012 Charles Henderson
for Debbie Guzzi’s Et Cetera Contest