High on Happiness

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The heavens loose the heart choirs and the song of love sweeps in, gliding across earth’s skies like the wings of angels.

It rides the winds and plays through the boughs of the trees.  It skims along roadways and fields, and into all the cities and towns, swooping through doorways and windows.  There’s no holding it back.

It’s come to make its home in you, to pour itself into your mouth, to ride the air into your lungs, to drench your very cells with its sweetness and its power.

Shhhh.  Just listen. Breathe it out.  Breathe it in.  Be the song, wordless and singing.

Reaching up, feeling sun, touching sky.
Something comes.

A promise, a potential.
Wait quivering.
Stretch higher.

Taste the dream, whispering “Be!”
Hear it laugh.
Hear it roar across the hours.
Something comes.

Fell it fill you.  Feel it feed you.
Feel it setting you afire.

Feel its fingers touch your body.
Feel its spirit touch your soul.

Wait.  Wait.  Reach up.  Touch sky.
Something comes.
Be ready.
Something comes.

Like everything that breathes, she came into the world with one pure intention.  It swam through her cells and poured through her veins.  She was meant to be, she knew, exactly what she was, and she reveled in it, even though what she was continuously changed.

Unlike the humans who shared her world, she never lost sight of her mission: to drink in the experience of being alive.  She gave herself to it completely.

So clear was her intention, so uncluttered by contradictions or doubts, that every moment seemed fresh and new.  She couldn’t stop paying attention.    She gave herself wholly to every detail: the heat, the cold, the darkness, the light, the pleasure, the pain, and always the ceaseless flow.

Hers was a life unclouded by comparisons or judgments.  All she saw was pristine beauty, everywhere and always, as life danced its flawless dance.

To the people who passed by, she was nothing but a common weed, a splotch of white along the autumn roadside, unworthy of note.  But oh, if they could have heard her soul singing!  If for one moment, they had stopped to look, to really look at her, to see the beauty in her radiant flowers, perhaps the secret of her happiness would have been revealed.  Perhaps she would have whispered to them her immaculate truth: wholly be.

Snatch a pinch of dreamtime on a summer afternoon.   Lock your cares in the closet, put your chores on the shelf, and just for awhile, let your mind drift, lazy and free.

Sink down into easy, all welcoming and warm.  Let it slide around your shoulders and pour out your toes.  Melt into the glow and the shimmer of your being.  Feel the liquidity of you dancing through your veins.  Feel the fire and air inside you, alive and coursing and real.

Feel the rhythm and the sounds of your breathing and your heart.  Sense the miracles of chemistry at play in your cells.  Wonder at the depth of your fingerprints, at the automatic flicker of your eyelids, at the sensitive vibration of the membranes in your ears, at the moisture that comes to wet your mouth.

Watch your mind machine spin thoughts, as light as cotton candy.  Watch them float in and flow by, your feelings rising with them.  Watch how you want to hold them and then choose to let them go.  Wonder at the choosing and at what it is that makes the choice and let the wondering go, too, as the sun pours onto your skin and the sounds of the world drift by.

Pretend you’re a feather and float on the breeze.  Hitch yourself to a cloud and sail it to the sea.  Dance with the wind.  Ride the sunbeams into the open mouths of flowers.  There’s nowhere you can’t go, nothing you can’t be.  Time and the cosmos are at your command, and all your wishes turn into stars to guide you, and always will.

Take an hour of summertime and let yourself dream.  The world will wait; it understands.  It has dreams of its own, not the least of which is you.