Bliss

Bliss is
a quiet butterfly
stopping to kiss
a restful flower
speaking to the wind
in silence.

Bliss is
the tinkling laughter
of a child at play,
dipping into
each moment
afresh, alive.

Bliss is
a lone bird, circling
the sacred blue,
giving it wings to fly
into the light and darkness
of forgotten tomorrows.

Bliss is
a gentle river reed,
rooted in its giving
to the flowing waters,
that ebb and flow
with the ocean tide.

Bliss is
being lost in the
intricate lines and patterns
of a zen tangle,
where each part
becomes the whole.