Under the Influence
of what we choose to radiate
“Hey you sound stoned,” my housemate joked… but no, I had just finished meditating. And the world was. so. effing. beautiful. Simple observations brought forth simple tears of joy.
Have we strayed so far, that simple, honest, radical, joy is labeled as an ‘altered’ state? Probably chemically induced? Something that entered from outside of us? Wow. Not what…