Constant of Contentedness

Without knowing
the simple puressence
of our being We just might spend
an entire addled lifetime
believing…
in a psychologicself

In the current
and ever-changing weather conditions:
Partly cloudy,
with a likely chance of thunderstorms…

In the one who’s been conditioned
– to react!
Bewildered by worldly events By biochemistry’s
bumbling
flights of fancy.

The surest way
for you to know
the joyful, unrestrained
nature of puressence Our perennially present
and essential
climatic constitution:

72 degrees
With bright blue skies
& a Constant
of Contentedness

is through silence…

In the meditative state
of communion
with things otherwise,
unknowable