Happiness 11-27
divining with spoons;
tiny silver fish;
many drops of moonlight.
divining with spoons;
tiny silver fish;
many drops of moonlight.
sleepy kangaroo;
knowing you belong;
painting yourself out of a corner.
what was behind the gate;
hope;
finding a needle in a haystack.
leaving it behind;
falling asleep in a field of poppies;
beyond forgiveness.
a frozen falling star;
committing to it;
that swishing sound.
waiting for the door to open;
bursting into air;
quietly watching.
standing out in the crowd;
a curious beginning;
stepping up boldly.
sailing into the city;
blowing your horn;
dipping your wings in the birdbath.
hundreds of keys;
the door in the rock;
rain goblins leaf gliding.
the art of stillness;
in the heart of the mountain;
a sensuous river.
clouds in your eyes;
peeping out from under her wing;
all the bells ringing.
sinking down into warm earth;
plenty of charm;
the clocktower striking midnight.
making a splash;
city bustle;
no disaster after all.
soaring with wind;
hopping onto the lilypad;
a fierce desire.
flaming cactus;
the lighthouse flashing its warning;
your heart purring.
knowing it’s there;
opera gloves made of water;
the ring sparkling.
going right to the edge;
tossing cards into the air;
seeing the face in the crystal ball.
feeling spicy;
whispers of intention;
blowing away the fog.
stones marching on;
a shawl made of wind;
tremendous amusement.
where the key is hidden;
inundated with fairies;
stooping to conquer.
The water on our planet remains constant: It’s only the places it finds its way to—like ice, clouds, oceans, and rivers—that varies. Our love for it needs to be constant too.
being a single drop;
a field of singing bowls;
relief in sight.