Happiness... a poem by Veronica Farmer

When so much of life
Is stumbling
through obscure or unusual tunnels
Dug by you
Or those before you

Navigating by fingertips
Upon damp walls
Past the gnarled tree roots
and unexpected potholes
Happiness is sunlight

A waft
Of warm heart expanding breath
a divine scent...
The sudden rush
The joy of it
Inexplicably fused with knowing
that it is already an echo
Just as it arrives

It smiles at you
then threatens to leave you
Its coy silken fingers
dart away from your arms
A memory
Before you got the full lunged breath of it
head laid back
eyes closed...

Maybe that is what makes happiness so exquisite
so rich
So peculiarly human
It's impermanence
Reminds
of moments of delicious presence
Of pure being
Our most full expression
Our truth

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