Just a Scratch

fragrance of rose petals was air bound and swirled in abundance lush temptation mixed fondly with the scent of her cinnamon skin the Buddha had asked for Lotus but positions may vary and change Joseph sat under a prickly pear tree with his mind in the calm wind a moment of stillness transcendence levitation and imminent meaning no sentient suffering but simply a teasing challenge of contentment a butterfly nestled on his loin cloth and cradled just one moment to cherish in gratitude what should never be taken for granted and so he imbibed in nature’s sweet calling with infinite thanks all his life he had been told to be aware of thorns’ lacerations yet he fondled the spicules with the soft brush of all his senses they were not meant to insure just tools for injection of courage a few superficial scars in the search for ultimate peace sheltered hope of compassion and kindness bestowed by awareness and balance harmony never follows an easy path to conscience and happiness he meditated to escape the rat race of modern dogma and demands escaped into a secret world of a Higher Power and spiritual delight pricked his skin and drew blood at the sharp edge of containment sanguine dreams filled his presence and reminded him of solitude he proceeded to mix ichor with the essence of his lover’s embrace and together they cradled the roses and disappeared into the night 06th July 2020