The Happiness of Being
A Poem About Truth
I lay on the grass on a sunny Sunday afternoon
Looking at the sky, expecting something new
When a thought suddenly arises
Maybe I’m not supposed to believe in disguises?
The thoughts disguised as the truth
Opinions of others disguised as the glue
that keep society together and maybe even
predict the good weather.
But seriously — what is a thought?
A moment captured then repeated in blocks
Built into houses of stories we’re told
Forgetting the essence cannot fit in a mould.
Society is a construct to keep the flock together
But finding happiness requires disconnecting
from the fear of separating from others,
Even in a stormy weather.
The storm inside borne out of separation
Holds the key to the kingdom of creation
Endless moments of being here and now
Forever giving, gifting, leaving, leading
to The True Self you were never without.
