Everything is Quiet Here

everything is quiet here,
the sun's gone somewhere
for a sleepover,
clouds linger for one last peek,
window-shopping at a world
too busy to be sold into,
the waters are restful,
singing their own lullaby
into the growing night,
the birds are back in their perches
communing over the mundanity
of yet another fulfilling day;

everything is quiet here,
the doorbell's fallen silent
straining its ears to listen
to the breath of all things
animate and inanimate,
the phone lies in a corner,
undisturbed by the desire
to belong somewhere
falling back into the emptiness,
tiny ants scurry along
the safe edges of a wall,
risking their busyness
to feel one another;

everything is quiet here,
where happening melts
into being,
where I am something
that simply lays still
with the hushed air,
not wanting to be anything more;
perhaps that's how we feel
when we die,
when we feel we're a part
of everything's that's here,
in the quiet greatness,
simplicity and totality
of this one precious moment.

Happiness

happiness is not
a stagnant pool
within,
it is not an arrival
nor a destination;

happiness rests,
elusive, alive,
in the flow
of this moment -
the shimering waves,
the broken reflections,
the becoming, and
the 'un'-becoming;

happiness is
the sweet anticipation
of a crescendo, and
the impending hollow
of sameness
where all the flippant notes
fall back to;

happiness seeks you
like little children
coming home
from school,
when you rest
in this moment,
knowing in your bones
that you are perfect,
that you are already home;

happiness is the butterfly
coming to rest
on your steady shoulder,
when you stop chasing it
through the endless meadows,
when you are ready
to be still and present
with yourself
and life.

Don't build walls for me...

don't build walls for me -
my home is a temple
where people of all faiths
find their way,
when they stop looking for me
in one place, in one moment;
for how can an infinite space
ever-growing, ever-changing,
be contained in a meagre cup?
don't build walls for me
when you know
that no matter what,
I can burst forth with an embrace
that can engulf the Universe;
when you find your way to me,
dropping your garb, naked and free,
you will find the succour, the haven,
that waits within, in me.