
Despite getting bitten left right and centre by mosquitos, my time spent recording poetry in the forest yesterday was bliss. I get such happiness out of writing and recording in nature and am so grateful that I received and responded to the calling to write back in 2015. Contentment is a way less illusive state than happiness!
Contentment
Contentment always starts within
No one can give it to us
It’s feeling good in our own skin
Accepting what comes through us
Contentment doesn’t look for ‘likes’
Or seek its worth in others
It evens out the dips and spikes
A much more faithful lover
It doesn’t seek to be the best
It knows it counts, it’s stable
Must not outdo must not impress
Contentment’s calm and able
Enoughness’ where it all begins
For what will be, we’re clueless
Contentment always starts within
Accepting what comes through us