Sunday, 30 January 2011

Welcome Happiness

Today something special happen, at the same time it is quite ordinary.
Later My friend Eileen had this quote on her Facebook page

e.e. cummings wrote:
I thank you God for most this amazing day
for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and the blue dream of sky
and for everything which is natural
which is infinite
which is yes

Poetry is the bed rock from which all words flow.

As usual in life in the early 21st century, we are always walking in the shadows of giants, and perhaps if lucky walking with them too. The build up of human knowledge is the shoulders on which we stand, too often though this knowledge is all messed up by the powerful, and they always overlook the wisdom that in these times they really should be using as the bed rock of their decision making.

Well it seems the powerful and righteous rich will never stand on the shoulders of the great wisdoms that came before, and will add nothing to the progress of humanity.

In this case, we have to take the steps that are called for, and learn to allow wisdom that is out there to come to us, and try and help this across the void of newspeak consumer lead language, to go to the heart of individual's and the heart of the matters we face.

A personal step:- you too can take a step where you are too.

Welcoming happiness in.
Something uncommon has happened this morning,
Without warning,
Happiness descended upon my consciousness.This stranger,
Brought a smile to my lips and relaxation to my soul.
Like a puff of a breeze on a hot simmering ball breaking day,
The wafted scent of fine raindrops on summer hot pavement slabs,
Caught on my in-breath.
Delicate, ready to fall away,
Stopped me momentarily in my thoughts and dressing routine.
And this time,
I paused.
I recognised the feeling and welcomed in this delicate healing spirit.
And the sylph has stayed a while,
Popping up throughout the day,
Glistening cobwebs dew drops shining a winking smile
When the sun catches them just so.
Reminding me.
That happiness can hang by a spun thin thread
Beyond my making;
But is quick to come in when recognised at the door,
And welcomed.

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