Eternal Spring Cleaning

There's this senseI have arrivedSilly, since there's actually no destinationSilly, since arrival would be stagnationI am in a place that prior only existed in my mind, in daydreams and visionsUtopia, no, simply birdsong and water, mountains and sky all aroundA heart-centered home of trees and green and cats and smilesAnd sometimes tears and stormsAnd sometimes laughter and restStillness in movement, silence in cacophonyThis week, this day, is the full moon and the spring equinoxLibra, balance, justice, love, rebirth, flowering, flourishingThis month, Mercury is retrograde and I have slowed down yet furtherChoosing quiet, less movement, reflection, meditationBrewingThe grass isn't always greenerBut the world is a big placeMexico calls, and Bolivia, Peru, Ecuador, Thailand, Borneo, Japan, HawaiiI feel drawn to go back to California, Canada, New York, TexasYet tired and lazy and happy and want to stay here in this crazy beautiful corrupt paradise which has become my comfort zoneIn the end, it's not about geographyNor checking off a list of countries and sites seenNor swaying to society's whimsNor accumulating stuff and landsIt's quite elementary, reallyJust be here, wherever you are, nowFully arriving in this present momentAnd this oneAgain and againHere.