Mind, spirit beauty, yes?

I stand in my doorway pulling, tugging, unraveling
the knots of massive red curls. Cinnamon swirls
intertwined with copper. Hmm the change of
environment. Now relaxing under a soft yellowing
light.

Sitting, contemplating all to place in tomorrow's
agenda. Ah yes rest, relaxation.

A sigh gives way and curiosity holds a question.
I will not ask it but it is there.

So much to keep to self. Often time a maddening
erupts and the walk in nature demands attention.
Keeping calm. Staying peaceful.

A small whisper rolls over my tongue. Preparing
itself to exit rosy lips. Are you listening?

All nicely tucked away. A word or two become thought
and off the imagination runs. Falling down to the
selection of a foreign film. The subtitles that echo
inside soul, mind and spirit. Ah how intriguing all
seems.

Softly I gasp in awe of a moment and then a light
giggle escapes. Beauty is only in the eye of the
beholder, yes?

And where shall I stand?