Simple Love Simple
A wooden room:
waking in morning light
beside you in a simple bed.
We drink from simple cups,
subtle waters;
simple wood and light,
simple cup and bread,
simple warmth and calm.
But difficult -
the simple world
can be difficult…
Unless,
you set complexity aside
and simply open the door:
the breeze calls,
the birds sing
our mortal names…
Plain table,
subtle fire;
two plates round
as owl’s eyes.
Your heart and mine:
simple,
simply,
beautiful.
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This was the first poem I wrote, in 2007, living in exile in a remote Tennessee valley. I don’t remember why I wrote it. I was very damaged and in much pain at the time. It isn’t a very good poem, but somehow, it began my healing and come back. I’m posting it to show how, you never know what will lead to where, and never to give up on yourself. — mce
