warmth that robs

the warmth almost robbed her of her valuable resources: calm, cool, centered~ it missed thankfully due to a once sunny sky, now becoming more crowded with clouds from the west-- bless all of this... and how open are we to look beyond the present circumstance ~staying centered, carrying neutrality uppermost-- to just immerse in the isness of the details: comprising a single moment gazing out windows... trees' leaves only gently waving-- clouds separate again, a ballet jete'... without a bloody promise of anything more than the crisp sound of one acoustic guitar, and the soft light fabric of linen in summer-- keeping body cooler than ordinary cotton-- breathing in between the threads... air escaping on time, without haste or hesitation-- jeering self on-- carrying on down the dusty pink trail of nirvana nestling