embrace The Void! but do shower first!

"open the pores of past lifetimes"-- i shall think of this line
when i next enter that "cubbyhole smallness of existence"

engaging perfection, as usual, jude.
be well, poet,
carolyn

perfection!

Indeed!!!

Excellent composition and word choice. The raw honesty of this poem is intellectually refreshing. Something I'm going to save.

Axilea

Here I see the analogist, and ratiocinator, at work gleaning inspiration from a ritual that many take for granted. The cleansing of the body, and all that is exuviated, running out along a foreordained path of pipes, and tanks, and processes, where eventually it is reabsorbed into the Earth or the atmosphere. Savoring here a kind of metaphor for the inter-connectivity of all things above and below. Clear creative thinking poet. Peace and continued inspiration ... richard

Splendid. I don't think I shall ever have a shower again and feel the usual way. Thank you, Jude. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Hi Jude! Makes me want to go shower again. LOL I still love your writing... =))

In Spirit,
Bear

jude, a daily exercise of philosophical and physical purification -- affirmation of our absolute insignificance to anything other than self -- humbling as it should be to fix us firmly with perspective --I bid you love and peace my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Wonder where you were when you thought of this one. ;-) There is something in a good shower that releases the muse in us. In this case, superbly.

Ron

Rather insightful while selves wash down the drain. Gave me pause to think again of how small we all really all. Love it. Liz

A thought provoking piece, as always.

'in the shower, i am immortal'

Probably why we a lot of us sing in there!

Well Jude I will think of this each day as I shower from now on. Great write.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

OOOooo... room for a little one?! Love a spot of SM: showers and mermaids, and I know of a steamy siren who is similarly fond of this kind of scalpel-wielding socio-analysis and self-reflexive philosophising right now! :)) The "hinge" of this poem is brilliant: the stand alone, "in the shower i am immortal" is conceptually fabulous, conjoining your images of permanent rinsing and renewing. And the conclusions of our own vulnerability and smallness in the grand scheme of things are perfectly captured in this most "tight squeeze" of cubbyholes - in terms of time, place and visibility. Picking up on Amber's point, I have just returned from London and was mentalising the showering process whilst in transit on the tubes and railways there: having arrived from the Dorset coast with fresh sea-breezes in my hair and cheeks, I was struck by how quickly I felt "grimed and sapped" once caught up in the slick of city life with its end-of-day weariness and sickly light. Not only water, but light and air perform this most beautiful of ablutions so necessary to all aspects of our health, well-being - and, ultimately, our survival. No wonder baptism is such a powerful act of spiritual access and rite of passage. A nice read-and-relax for a sleepy Sunday morning, Kartero... Have a good one! waterKloset Kate xx

I'm feeling all hot now,,,,think I will have to take a shower too
but on a serious note,the yes,I do know what you mean,it is a good place to be.
Best wishes always
from
kay

Sweating out the poisons of modern life...Indeed!!!

Indeed, modernity has little to offer, other than fights, riots and a new breed of greed.
Such poison needs to be eradicated if we want to exist.

Save water; NEVER shower alone...e

Interesting write even to one who prefers baths to showers...I like the feeling of being wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth and comfort but I can also see where you are coming from with this write.
fee

Jude,
I read your poem this morning right before I took my shower. I could visualize everything that you wrote, it is amazing how cleansing water can be for the body and soul and mind. I was right there with you my dear friend, sweating out those poisons of modern life and exposed as one can be...One thing though, I felt refreshed and rejuvenated, ready to face life, and burn out any of those poisons in my way today. I then proceeded to visit a friend that lives in the country and had the opportunity to see her horse Jack, and I knew exactly what you were trying to say in this poem...You are the master poet indeed.

I am wishing you all the peace, light and love the Universe has for you,
Amber

"Sweating out the poisons of modern life" Well done, Jude!

Awesome imagery! and I identify with the cleansing of passing feelings and thoughts, all that needs to be washed away for the new to live.
Blessings,
Christine

A nice hot shower cleanses both the body and the soul. It opens the pores and the chakra,clearing the body and the mind of clouds as it cleanses and rehydrates life itself and refreshes the spirit. It is one of my favorite times of my day and I always take a moment to express my gratitude as I step from the shower and grab for my towel. I do get the metaphor, here, but the reality check and the metaphor are pretty much the same for me.
Take care,
Sherry

There will be living traces of you everywhere, especially your poetry. Blessings!