Happiness 11-11
still rising and shining on what’s left.
still rising and shining on what’s left.
arriving at the edge and looking down then up
knowing your roots
offering some good advice about nuts
seeking fresh nutritious delicious wisdom
each step bringing you a bit closer
turning all your remarkable power around
being gently offered the myrobalan leaf you sought for so long.
deciding to penetrate the thinned veil and visit earth for a day
falling rising transforming always finding your own level
the whole truth being whispered
speaking your love to the sugar maple and seeing her blush
what wild tulips talk about
yearning to get closer to the sky
many ghosts waiting at the crossroads
experiencing a tremendous flow
what was deciphered in the mysterious writing in the corn.
lightly saying farewell and flying off
piecing it together to make sense of it all
peering out from the very center of wise rock
absolutely refusing under any circumstances to blink
still finding ways to intersect