house chores...
they are dreaded.
They give you unwanted sweat;
they make you stoop low
to sweep the floor,
and mop the tiles;
they give you stiff neck,
as you brush away the dust
and cob webs that seem to forever stay;
they make your shoulders weary
as you carry,
as you push and pull,
as you do.
I don't like them.
but I do them.
They are have-to's of our daily and weekly life.
But every time I do them,
I feel so glad I do ----
forgetting all
the sweating, the sweeping,
the stooping, the mopping,
the brushing, the pushing,
the carrying, the pulling,
the doing.
I get lost in the transient mundane.
I find myself in a tranquil abundance.
My soul dances in the push and pull,
in the bending down
and in the straightening up.
I find clarity in the dust and webs.
I find new strength upon my sore muscles,
flexibilty beyond a later rigidly tired body.
There is a heavy shower of fresh inspiration;
ideas drop and flow,
unceasing,
like from a newly installed showerhead.
and showers...
prefered cold in the late mornings of summer,
set hot in the early mornings and late evenings,
sweeping cold and hot on a body
that needs cleaning, refreshing, regaining.
And yes, it is so reviving,
so revitalizing.
It opens doors to renewed perspectives;
it unlocks immaculate wisdom,
and leaves you and me
to a newcomer
of our own selves.
Yes, they introduce us
to our very own new selves.
Yes, house chores and showers.
Pleased to meet you myself.