Happiness of Life

Creasing Out Happiness My little luxuries of life I refuse to barter With Solomon's or Queen Sheba's treasures Its ecstasy bewitches and beguiles me As pirates to laden vessels to surfeit Scrubbed and freshened from bath salts I prepare for my vintage treat The shaded candles are lit while The fragrance of jasmine incense sticks Stabilise my flickering thoughts And in a loose kaftan I take my seat My fingers lightly move to click the button Soft meditative music plays on for few hours As I sit in my comfortable position relaxed My eyelids drop allowing my thoughts To travel into the past pains, present turmoils Until they start enjoying the sonority Of the babbling waters, the tweets and whistles I think of the beautiful holidays I had with the family In all the beautiful locales elevating my joys The creases on my brow get unwrinkled And the heart floats in nature's midst knowing only bliss The hours pass and I float out of my transcendence In a daze feeling as weightless as the air, and I breathe light I neatly fold my Kashmiri carpet, feeling healed After listening to the calm transcendence of the binaural waves April 15, 2016 Happiness Of Life For Nayda Ivette Negron