Happiness 6-23
knowing that you don’t know where it’s going
knowing that you don’t know where it’s going
being at the locus of the lemniscate
the day of long slow light shimmering into evening
the road rising to meet you – the wind at your back.
singing and singing all night long
welcoming your friend into utmost simplicity
we are miniature galaxies…all connected
meeting at a secret rendezvous in a faraway place.
left high and dry with little to say
knowing what is inside them
just before being revealed
turning to hear a different voice
a gentler, kinder way of finding your way there
pondering the pleasures of being a city or a country mouse
celebrating the marvelous mystery of corn
a bird wondering about other ways to create music.
starting over again from the beginning
plenty of loving cups
deep in conversation with the full moon
slowing down, pausing for a while, then stopping at last
taking all the time in the world
the wind at your back