Organic

An aroma of serendipity
wrapped around me
like an angel
in a hot, steamy bath
Holding me closer
than the nearest exit sign
It soothed the savage in me
and set me amongst the clouds
This life high is organic
so organic
that its got me ballroom dancing
on nails
Healing
and reading wives tales
Praying
and pouring mocktails
Drifting
and fleeing jail cells
The smooth jazz
of no contact elevation
is seduced by
the cadence of ordinary words
Days and nights are spent
dining curbside
on vegan childhood dreams
Roller skating across barren fields
where my ancestors once picked cotton
Resting on a mattress made of hay
that serves as my pillar and my canvas
Moved by the rhythm of freedom
found only underground
Listening to the woods
tell their version of the story
without interruption
This life high is surreal
so surreal
that I’m thankful my ship
has finally set sail
Found a new home
where my thoughts can dwell
with full access
to secrets only I can tell
and aligned with a creed that cannot fail
Because home is indeed where the high is
This poem was inspired by an open invitation from Henery X (long) to create my own “Natural High.” Thank you for leading the way with your words and inviting others to join you.
I borrow these wise words daily from an affirmation I learned from the late Wayne Dyer, “I enjoy life for each day brings a constant demonstration of the power and wonder of the universe and myself.” In my opinion, there’s no ecstasy that can compete with that level of organic peace.
To all that read these words, thank you so much. Words are my drug of choice. I’d love to hear your thoughts about “Organic” and the ways you achieve your version of a “Natural High.”






