So much happiness
is in all the non-distracted moments …
it sits and waits.

I realized a few years ago that happiness was always there and decided to see it.
Now , this takes some doing when the discerning –
the ever wanderlust –
the eagle eye participant in making things happen – shoves its way into the ever present.

Douse it with a bucket of water.
Awaken my senses to the uncontained
…the happiness that is sprinkled all over the moment.

I’ve felt my happiness jump from roof-tops because it can’t be contained –
and spread like warm honey onto living beings
and creatures too.
Knowing I’m bathed in it –
the waters of the womb …
the womb story that alludes us.

I have changed again, as I am here – our 3rd living here… pulling me into a new womb…
knowing the omens and clues (that defied all reason and comfort) as a tug of war between the forces that fight for beauty inside me.
“What has been created“ and “What can be“ require a letting go of both.
No ring to grasp as I twirl around the two signs…
What has been created must be let go
What can be, is a me, I don’t know yet.

Can the Me simply awaken my senses to the uncontained ? How have I gotten here ?

I’ve spread like warm honey into the moment
and glided from roof-tops in trust –
the felt trust
of
so much happiness.