Dirty Clothes, Beans And Rice, Fire To Stay Warm, Big Smile... Poem by Chuy Amante

Where do you find your constant bliss,
where do you feel loved and very well kissed?

In a city, in a pueblo, inside a spa?
Do you like life processed, do you love it raw?

when your inside smiles and you can't be thrown,
you'll bliss out in a tent, dirty, no groans!

food doesn't matter, hard bread can be bliss,
rain water to drink, the forest floor for 2piss

clothing options are: dirty, stained or holey.
it all is funny when again plugged into nature wholey!

Sleep so deep, no pills, worries nor noise
nothing but living, all activities are joys!