Trawling through my old poetry file, I stumbled across these deeply familiar yet long-forgotten words, which as a teenager I knew by heart:
“I exist as I am, that is enough.
If no other in the world be aware,
I sit content.
If each and all be aware, I sit content…
I dote on myself; there is that lot of me
All so luscious
Each moment and whatever happens
Thrills me with joy.
I cannot tell how my ankle bends
Nor whence the cause of the friendship
That I take again.”