Happiness 4-10
coming in for landing; a welcome mat made of light; a prince among the ravens.
coming in for landing; a welcome mat made of light; a prince among the ravens.
being the stowaway on a great adventure; woodpeckers playing samba; your head in the sky.
finding all your marbles; your heart cracking open; the wind creatures sweeping by.
meditation; the fountain burbling and splashing; a grove of dogwood in bloom.
on this side of the fence; meeting at the museum; clinging to the breast of the owl as you fly.
the woodpecker’s banquet; a sea of yellow stars; picking up your skirts and climbing on the bicycle.
turtle love; being the rock carved by waves; following your bliss.
finding the bottle with the genie inside; widening the passage; sixty-five rabbits in the meadow.
seeing clearly; a light in the kitchen; sleeping in a bamboo nightgown.
sipping dew; the jaguar’s siesta by the pool of water; embracing the unknown.
a week on the barge; whistling like wind through the tunnel; the city glittering far below in the sun.
spring snow; the messenger with winged sandals; absorbed in the story.
blue sky behind it; drinking in the light from the wild crow moon; talking it over with the magpie.
dreaming about a particular lady; reading her palm; licking the inside of the bowl.
a pile of radishes; twirling the batons; leaping like a giant over tree tops.
beware the thorns; waking up in your tent in the Tundra; being on the outside and looking in.
a twinkle in her sky; knowing just the right words to say; a slow movement.
rowing across the lake to a friend’s house for lunch; hundreds of shootings stars overhead; lying in each other’s arms in the grass.
lost in the sunshine; the rope bridge spanning the abyss; granting the wish.
the ram showing you the way out; sleeping in a hammock in the cloud forest; gasping for joy.
the mouth of the flower; transforming words into stories; being greeted with the phrase, “Hail, fellow, well met!”
gazing down on the city; in the pouch of the kangaroo; skipping stones.