Happiness May be Who we Really Are, or the Current underneath

What if happiness
Were
Who
We
Really
Are?

And the unhappiness thing
Is when we
Do something to cover
It over
Hide it
Obscure, destroy, squelch it?

When do we make
Our selves unhappy?
How do we go about that?

What happens when
We come out of
Whatever unhappy story is
Capturing us.

Come out, say
By being present
To the now
Without any story
About how it “should” be
Different?
What is left when unhappiness is gone?

Thanksgiving Six: Coming Home to Stillness

Dock leaf, supreme food in the spring, or the false spring of California fall

Life is always
here
as long as "I"
am

and what that "I"
is,
is most easily
felt if I return
to a quiet
awareness of almost anything
in the present

without the words
tagging along

this experience:
ease
aliveness
now
awaring
being

can be called anything

and the
word

is never the experience

and the experience
is always

just right
and just
what it is

So,
thanks various teachers,
experiences,
efforts,
learnings,
realizations

that may
made my life one
where this
coming home

becomes more and more

the center
of
everything

for me

ciao,
happy stillness
or
feasting
or
both:

to you

Chris

Thanksgiving One

why just one day of thanks

let me start now:

the blue sky

the rains

the green growing Earth

my breathing

the sweet sound of my friend's voice

the wind in the leaves, golden turning

the ability to know
now
that
I am alive

and the amazing peace
in silence of observing
Self, Life, Earth
from a no word, silent
place

Peace



hmmm
that's a good start