Happiness

It isn't

that I'm flying high,

dancing through meadows or

frolicking in oceans

right now.

My happiness

is simpler

than that,

wrapped deceivingly in

a double decker journey,

studying gaits,

noticing colours 

and feeling

my aching feet

make contact with

the floor, warm and

flat

like a stone I

found on a beach

once.

It's knowing that

this moment is

King,

and I its Queen;

that watching 

people carry shopping and

old people grow

older

is perhaps the most precious

of experiences, for 

in them lies

the key to enlightenment - 

first

"chop wood, carry 

shopping"

and then

"I am not a body - 

I am free."

Children will play.

Girls will look

effortlessly beautiful

and not realize it until

many years later.

Feet will ache,

and in and out I breathe.

Becoming 

conscious, slowly,

of the neverending presence

of love

in me.