My definition of happiness
is like a sketch in sand
invoked while dawdling
somewhere along the contemplative path
spiraling inward toward the center
where everything goes still
Happiness is
a way of being it is
a kind of knowing
when enough is enough
to be
contentment
my happy place found
scrounging along the contemplative path
needs a thorough inward sweeping
a dredging of painful truths
and agonizing lies of separation
to uncover the beauty
and discover the joy
Happiness is not
putting on a smile
failing to fall
into the pain
go Into the pain
let your body moan
allow the pain
to pass through
happiness is
a way of being
being a quadriplegic
for years
paralyzed in a symphony
of smashed metal and shattered glass
am I allowed now
to be happy
enough is enough
I am enough
to be
happy
happiness is
a way of being
happiness is not
putting on blinders
refusing to feel
the pain of the world
(hunger greed injustice war
fading forgotten forests
the Earth is screaming)
When you numb yourself
to avoid the pain
you become comfortably numb
paralyzed
disabled
unable to feel
the joy of the world
go into the pain
let your body moan
allow the pain
to pass through
into a prayerful continence
wherein a smile
naturally appears
let go
open your heart
take a look around
no one can take it from you
such beauty
so be it
happiness is
a way of being
may you lose yourself
becoming One with
the happy happening
Junction of Beauty and Love 