This Bliss
The world warms me as it welcomes me this morning, even as the frost forms from my exhaled breath as I glide to my familiar seat on the outside patio.
The radiance in my smile electrifies the frigid air that envelopes me; the hum of civilization buzzes fresh and distinct, engines purring, songbirds squawking, the frazzled housewife in her familiar herding of offspring even finds a fondness in my heart.
Tonight we will meet again, and you will brave me into another tomorrow then, and there is nothing I can't win, and I promise you this, I won't diss this bliss.
Where
It is calming, looking at the bamboo swaying along with the wind, sound of nothing but the nature speaking to the soul, overshadowing the tension gnawing at the back of head. Here, under the gray sky, despite of the storm brewing ahead, there is a sense of ease and completeness in being with no one but myself. Let the hidden world be my company.
That sound
There's something about it. That sound, that medley of word and tune. All of a sudden, my fingers tap, my blood rushes and my body begs to be allowed to dance. Within me, some skilled weaver of movement gives spirited twists and turns and sways in utter awe as they are taken over. I sit as still as I can if I am surrounded but when alone, safe, you will never see a freer being. It holds me tight, embraces me with its familiarity, with its passion, with its beauty and lets me know once again that it will be okay. There's nothing more I've wanted, and forever will I be grateful to the gods who allow such divinity to be expressed by the mortals too. Even they, in their ivory towers, can't help but nod along in resignation. Too much power is given to the creators of this art, a blessed gift to help so many breathe anew.