Happiness



 Deep within the core of me, well below the level of language, in the center of all spaces, lives happiness. To enter and partake of the luscious fruits this happiness holds, I must surrender in each moment to that which is greater than I. There is something which haunts me, which seems to desire all my thoughts and feelings, to distract me from communion with happiness. This figment of disruption is quite incapable of causing the tiniest ripple in the lake off my happiness. There are times when I hold the disruptive shadow close and believe myself to be other than happy. Happiness is constant, a living stream within the center of my being. 

There within me, just the surface of my consciousness, flows the stream of happiness, a deep hum underlying all my thoughts and feelings. It bubbles ever so often into a song, a smile, peals of laughter, a sigh, a poem and love.

Happiness has always been a part of who I am. In former times, I used events to allow myself to flow in this stream called happiness. If there were no events to warrant its presence, I pretended it was not there. This happiness is primal, a thread in my very being. It invites me to dance on moonbeams and laugh with the lizard on my doorstep.

I ofttimes desire to deny its presence; to appear happy where the reason for its presence is not a part of the social milieu. To be accepted, I push hard upon happiness and turn my face toward adversity. That I think is the saner of responses to the situation. Yet my happiness runs smoothly through my moments undisturbed by events and circumstances.

The photo is from the back cover of Beyond Personality Published 1991

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