Divine Discontent

God like a flea may bite you somewhere

                  Rumi

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the chair is comfortable

the morning

is cool

and misty

sitting on my deck 

my eyes wander

to the vague mountain hidden in the clouds

the coffee is hot

and strong

the birds come and go

singing

deer silently wander through the trees

it would so easy

to 

stay

here 

all 

day

 

but sometimes

you have to move

sometimes we need

divine discontent