Happiness
wondering what the rocks are whispering.
wondering what the rocks are whispering.
breathing only the light.
climbing the strong, wild, loving complexity of a friendly ycamore tree
moving slow as a glacier
singing and singing all night long
understanding why being awake matters
smiling at the sea
not over, or around, or under … but through.
tasting the sweetness.
welcoming your friend into utmost simplicity
the relief of finally rounding the corner
your angel waiting for you to ask
feeling beautiful draped in a cloud necklace
walking away from what no longer serves you
telling the story of the lamp
finding ways to dig even deeper.
the allure of having no clue where you’re going
sheltering in unusual places
becoming a light house
your heart still smoldering after all this time
all dressed up for the sky in lace and satin
seeing the surprise coming