The Happiness of Pleasure
In the world of thought, happiness manifests as truth and light and goodness; as it courses through our emotions, it flows in the rich textures of joy and love. But oh, when it plays through our senses, happiness reveals its rapturous self in pleasure.
It sparkles through our synapses in a jubilant orchestration of touch, of sound, of fragrance and taste and color. We become instruments of its best music, spellbound by the rhapsodies it plays through the very biology of our beings. There’s no part of us it cannot awaken, enchant and satisfy.
Wrapped in a thousand succulent tastes, happiness washes against our lips and tongues, juicing us up, making of sustenance a delight. It comes as cinnamon and oranges, as barbecue and breads. It comes thick and rich, baked and fried, leafy and snappy, crunchy and smooth. “Taste me!” says happiness. “Enjoy!”
But it doesn’t stop there. It rushes up our noses, too, with the fragrances of morning and flowers. It wraps itself around memories of home in the smells of breakfasts and babies and clean laundry. It comes with the pungency of the forest floor, the salty breeze of the sea, the perfume of a lover, the signature fragrances of the seasons.
Happiness pets us with its velvety touch. It scratches our itches and blows a cool breeze against our hot brows. It tickles our toes with the grit of sand and the wetness of morning dew. It comforts and electrifies us with the smoothness of skin against skin.
It dazzles our eyes with light and color, painting itself into our minds through all we behold. It plays its music unceasingly into our shell-like ears. It lifts our spirits, it comforts and inspires us with its never-ending play of form and shade, of harmony and hue. All gifts, all for our well-being and joy.
Come to your senses and open yourself to these gifts of pleasure. They are happiness at play in you, delighting in life. Celebrate them and be glad.
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