Blessed are the happy, for they are few.
Cursed are the happy, for they are different.
And in their rarity, they are surrounded by many who long.
For the happiness which shines, without fail.
Too bright for eyes immersed in darkness.
And brightness needs to be snuffed.
For it is easier to asphyxiate, than it is to linger in the brightness, allowing the warmth to penetrate your soul.
It is easier to believe light does not exist, than it is to come to terms with the absense of it in my own existence, despite my aspirations.
My desperate hope, that maybe, somehow, I will find it.
But I’ve been hoping so long, I’ve stopped believing, now content with crumbs, served as cake.
It is more bearable to kill the light of happiness, than it is to explore another way, which might be The Way, inside my own soul, to discover a deep happiness of my own.
For to get there I have to trudge through sludge and embrace that I have originated and am not the Origin.
The happy receive immunity.
In a little blindness of their own.
Insulated from the dull monster which hopes to consume, by inability to see the hungry growl.
It is a different blindness from being blinded by the light.
It is concealment elect.
Blinded by the light of love, which saw over my own befudlement.
Which helped me drudge through my own sludge, to the other side, where pastures are green and I have no want.
Seeing over all of it now, into the heart of another so famished for a glimpse of what we all desire.
Comfortably cloaking a multitude of little growls, as if unaware, very aware of the gift all of it is.
And so I hope, as it has been given, that you will receive it too, this gift of a little selective blindness, which enables us to see beyond the sharp shards of hapless existence, continuing to shine your happiness, regardless of what may be said and done, for on this side of the sludge is where we belong and perhaps in your being the gift may come to a being who has not yet arrived, but who is ultimately destined to share with us the ‘happy life’ of wantlessness from Origin to Origin and Source to Sourceror.
And the happy will be more.
And the curse will be less.