unrefined beauty

i sit here staring out of my wife’s basement office window,
there are weeds mingling with the hellebores,
there are mini oak tress,
micro pine trees,
and a plethora of mosquitoes wishing me to venture nearby.

my back is sore and my legs feel strong,
my feet are bare and my beard is a bit unkept,
text messages from friends await a reply,
work tasks loom beyond this tab on the browser.

i am personally happy in my current state,
and i realize that this feeling has a shelf life,
sitting in comfort for too long scares my curiosity,
comfort scares my love of being.

eventually i will get up and stretch my sore back,
eventually i will wander around the house and bother my kids,
eventually i will trot of to the bathroom because my water glass is again empty,
eventually i will venture outside and pick a few weeds,
eventually i will swat at the mosquitoes trying to get my sweetness,
eventually i will adventure because that’s where i am alive.

comfort is to be enjoyed in the moment,
real beauty is in the movement beyond comfort,
in the unrefined nature of being,
in the curious adventuring through life.