when you slip into a coat that fits just so,
or a favorite cup of tea in hand
with a book you can't wait to return to and drop into
receiving its words.
a warm bed and the perfect weight of covers
as wind and snow blow by
kitty resting deeply, in curled form,
on a lap warmed by purring
cells expanding to greet each experience,
sensation, thought, with equanimity.
a trust, of sorts, that each moment
provides the ingredients needed
a present to be opened, met
as gentle as a petal opening
on a warm morning to inquire
what's this?
Mary
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