Thread: Content

I own
one hundred items.
My abode consists of three rooms,
and I am content.

Retrace your steps
to when joy was colossal -
when milk was your meal
and the growing ground was uncharted.

Prized possessions were chewed blankets,
ragged bears
and the backs of dogs.

Abandon your silvered mechanics,
wrench yourself to reality and realize
your own addictions.

That delectable espresso,
the shampoo that signifies sexuality -
you cannot even discern
what you truly need.

Retreat to a time when a bag
held all you desired,
when one was thankful for the shelter
an evergreen branch provided.

Never wonder at night
if a silent stranger prowls through your retreat -
the first roofs held but a single room,
and we were content.

This is beautiful. The words are simple but they convey a lot.

Retrace your steps
to when joy was colossal -
when milk was your meal
and the growing ground was uncharted.

You have no idea how these lines affected me, I felt a sense of serenity enveloping me while I read this.

the first roofs held but a single room,
and we were content.

What would people give for that peace in today's world?

I find myself looking for that that contentment in others but people seldom have it. I'm working on that but I do feel I have more inner peace now than before.

Thanks for sharing, I needed this.

If you invest in possessions, you give your soul away for no return. Your xBox cannot love you back.

I really liked the ideas in this.

A very heartfelt message in this, that we could all reflect on Damien, and your choice of words are perfect. Very nice.