the nape of your neck
summer's warm wind quietly finding its way to you
catching you in moments of stillness
You stand still
the realization of a day something beautiful
Ever present every moment
The hardened soles that carry us through each day forever worn
scarcely warmed or recovered
The arms that carry loads for loved ones
Rarely kneaded with gratitude and grace
The temples that concentrate perpetual moments of deep thought
Rubbed into relaxation, a pause in time
The lobes of our ears assaulted by wondrous and perpetual sounds
Carressed with the depths of sensual quietude, eternal thanks.
Catch memories of the preening reciprocated among mammalian families
Why do we deprive ourselves of perpetual touch?
The moments nurturing ourselves with the awareness, the importance of even our most infinitessimal parts.
G
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Thanks.
