A Happy Person

A Happy Person
Storm blown ripples
line my weathered brow,
face a map of life’s journey,
of striving, disappointments
happiness and joy.

The winds of sorrow,
and displeasure have
left their mark on
my furrowed brow, but
my sparkling crows feet,
eyes, are happy lines.

Although
the sad waters have left
their lines of memory,
there are no tears
for past events to fill up
dry lakes of discontent,
and my now happy smile,
helps smooth the waters of
my still much wrinkled face.

Flowers of hope have opened,
blossoms of bliss bloomed,
and seas of tranquillity and
peace now fill my soul and
my heart is filled with love.

All thoughts of past and future
displaced through practice,
meditation, quietness, being
still; these daily moments of
calm, bring a realisation that
to be happy I must only
live now, in present moment,
for as each moment dies,
for me, a new one is born.

Bob Blackwell
30-07-2009