just a thought..

oh!  let me dig deep..

allow me to find truth

within the most menial

of chores..

(who would not,

upon viewing a panorama

of conventional beauty

be driven to

ecstasy and thrill?)

but who, if truth be told,

surrenders the will

when, on hands and knees,

scrubbing dirt from

soiled floor,

is thus transported?

now -  this is my task -

to give of myself

wholly, completely

to every machination

of the daily round..

discriminating not

‘twixt sacred and mundane..

standing: cold, wet,

filthy grey, nauseous,

 urban decay beheld -

nothing on the face of it

 to feel good about,

 and yet..

 opening to that moment,

 was indeed transported by the beauty

within the desolation and decay..

long may I feel open to all moments -

good, bad,

 and especially,

indifferent!