There are days whose beauty is so intense
That I could weep fall on my knees
With gratitude or start to laugh
Wishing to share my delight
There are days so perfect that my body hums
Tingles, and I don’t feel my skin
I am the air and sounds
I move with leaves that tremble
and ride the songs of birds
who call from the jasmine in buds.
Those are the days when the universe
Seems to embrace everything that I am
In that moment I am perfect as is
No need to be other no room for whatifs
And shouldhaves no need for forgiveness.
On those perfect days
I am air and water
Cloud and fog
Rain and sunshine…
Euphoria in the flesh.
unbuttoned or undone 
I like and admire you, Emmy. You take the time to be happy. Far too few people do… not consciously, at least.
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Thank you John. Take time to feel the feeling…it’s the best part of being human.
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I try to every day 🙂
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Good man!
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Les mots parfaits.
Les journees parfaites.
Je suis heureux que tu trouves le bonheur.
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Merci. J’ai passé des moments de bonheur aussi éphémères que ceux que tu as vécus recemment au bord de la Med. Toute seule à Ste Maxime, j’ai eu deux jours de beauté et de paix.
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Perfect… is the perfect way to describe your writing 🙂
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Thank you for the thought, it is very kind of you.
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I think this is what the native Indians meant when they talked about being one with nature.
Beautiful words, strong emotion.
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Thank you Noel. Yes, it is a feeling of belonging, of being part of, entertwined with, what is other than the self…. If that’s what the Native Americans meant, then Yeah! I am /was there!
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Ah, how much longer must we contend with this light-hearted happy drivel, Em !!! Hahaha!!!!
Pleasant to see you in such good spirits, one with the land, the sea, and the air. A bit of time away from reality is always good for the soul. Loved the poem. Happy Tuesday !
Paul
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Glad you liked my drivel Paul! I am back to reality now…. There is one more I-am-in-Nirvana poem down the chute and after that ..it’s back to the other kind of drivel.
Happy Tuesday to you. Smiling..
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Glorious
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Thank you. It was glorious while it lasted. Smile
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