The Beast with a Dream in its Belly Not Necessary Sometimes it is just not needed not necessary… What? Well, the distractions… endlessly urgent Who needs to be diverted from plain simple life From life’s breath – in the belly – who needs it? Rising and falling waves of aliveness, nourishing consoling, energizing, roaming, traversing, visiting meandering, questing, wandering, pondering the softening and comforting, if we ever would tune in get to know Breath, listen, linger, but we so so busy we can’t help it, we need really – really need to be absent, definitely… sometimes, the deep cave of my throat fills up with soft happy feeling flaunting a certain fragrance like that of my mock orange bush against the house, unassuming white petals, yellow stamen resembling plum blossoms – sometimes, delicate taste of sweet out of nowhere lingers on my puzzled palate, humbled tongue infusing each belly breath with life, confident in ebb and flow till death will ta...