Metanoia

I want to be outside,in the zephyr,
With nothing but my eunoia,
Just a little touch of fika.

I want to become that other person I've only ever admired from afar;a philocalist!
So I can practice the beautiful act of redamancy.

I want to become aliferous
So I can develop munificence high and below.

I yearn peiskos so I could be lost in the depth of my reverie, perhaps this is my phase of metanoia.

And maybe,just maybe I'd find the querencia I seek within my own soul.