Bliss

I don’t wait for it to happen; it sets in at its own pace.

Sometimes well aware, sometimes in trance.

High on life or on sorrow; when deep down there is stillness.

I breathe easy, smell the roses before they wither.

Stop to feel a butterfly on my shoulder before it flits away.

Hear the sea roar, breeze hum and turn my back to the past.

Before the glum drowns the rhythm of my heart beat.

Talk to the flowers, as they listen to me; say aloud this is life with a smile!