What for this happiness,
For Joy not present.
Day to day,
Crashing all around,
Sinners and suffering.
Choosing to listen,
Or choosing to focus yet again.
Target in view.
Stay present in joy,
Happiness will follow.
No matter crashings of the day,
We still have Joy in our Heart.
There is a place of no names
There are no pens to write
No brushes to paint
No Canvas to create.
A place of darkness
A place without void or form.
Not for the faint-hearted
For there is nothing.
No quad shot four pump venti lattes
For there is a thought which emerges, allowing a reality to exist.
A thought which fuels a whole cosmos into form.
It is this place of knowing the center is within us and possibilities endless.
Within our darkness, we retreat to a brighter place.
Beginning with a spark…exploding to a raging fire.
Let it be so.
Stepping into the Canvas with no thoughts…but one. An idea or thought that meets at a level of the heart. Through gratitude and joy, intention and action…we emerge in an eternal bliss of happiness. How can it begin with a single thought? Where do you think it all began?