Happy

One night,

she realized she was happy.

She

Was

Happy.

And the delight, it encircled her

and infiltrated her being.

She was fully embracing this energy.

This space.

H A P P Y

She acknowledged this,

for the first time in a long time.

She didn’t buy happy.

She neither earned happy,

Nor had she to vie.

Happy was she.

She

Was

HAPPY.

She noticed that many people around her were unhappy.

They would vie to be unhappy.

They would compare their stories,

to judge who was more unhappy.

They enjoyed choosing to be unhappy.

They bought and sold their stories of struggle, hardship, grief, aches.

They made them real.

Honestly.

Unhappy.

And at one time, that was familiar for her, also.

The emotions, the feelings, the sensations…

The dis-ease.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

This happy was not an emotion, not a feeling.

It was an acknowledgment of an awareness,

that her being

was

happy.

She

chose

happy.

The night she grew happy,

There was no adulation.

Although she was happy,

She did not have to tell anyone.

She did not have to prove she was happy.

She be’d happy.

She be’s happy.

She

vibrates

H A P P Y.

The night she grew happy, she did so

witthout provocation.

She had an awareness.

As soon as it came,

She knew she was happy.

There was no reason.

Just a delight,

through and through,

she knew,

“I

Am

Happy.

Now how can I play?

What would be fun for me to do today?”

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