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
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