a hindrance to a mind peaceful

when the urban jungle is left behind

each sunrise, each sunset a selfish indulgence of pure lazy luxury.

to contemplate any responsibility a hindrance to a mind peaceful.

even the quiet of busy nature is restful.

where the call of birds and the disturbance of bushes as wildlife make their way to watering holes

be pure fodder to ears violated daily by the pollution of city noise.

when the skies loom huge with the vastness of the universe...

at first painted bright by a sun radiant and then....as the rays begin to set long and the moon makes its climbing appearance...a darker sky pocked with thousand and thousand of twinkles 

makes one stare and stare into the depths of the heaven...searching...

trying to understand and grasp the eternity stretching and stretching.

the wonder of life once again, reaffirmed by that selfish indulgence to do nothing more

than be naked days and nights on end...trying to return to the basics of bliss

forgotten in the rat race of survival.

RB.