Happiness 11-28
longing to be held firmly and lovingly and crooned to
longing to be held firmly and lovingly and crooned to
no longer able to hold it in
still friends after all these years
every now and then remembering the utter hilarity in the whole situation
imagining we are all on the different paths to the same destination.
getting fully relaxed and comfortable for the job that must be done
seeing all the motion and flow now in frozen stillness.
knowing that the higher you climb the greater your sphere of vision.
somewhere somehow plumerias still exude their fragrance
noticing a great wound and asking the question.
pointing the way out of a shadow
standing strongly all together in vibrant colors to create a colorful mountain.
gazing into the eye of the beholder
light tangled up and trying to get out
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.