Happiness – March 13, 2010
In the afternoon I watched
The she-bear; she was looking
For the secret bin of sweetness-
Maybe she grew full, or sleepy, or maybe
A little drunk…
And began to hum and sway.
I saw her lift her honeyed muzzle
Into the leaves, and her thick arms,
As though she would fly-
An enormous bee
All sweetness and wings-
Down into the meadows, the perfection
Of honey suckle and roses and clover-
To float and sleep in the sheer nets
Swaying from flower to flower
Day after shining day.
The bear turns into a bee and floats in interconnected nets.
We turn into being and happiness in the web of existence-
Caught, floating, flying.
What causes you to be sleepy or intoxicated with life?