May you be happy
as it is meant in the old songs
of sages who found a way
to be here, now,
with us: simply this
awareness. Happy
as that man dancing
to an old busker's guitar
outside the aquarium,
or as that guy on the skateboard
who heard me singing to you
and smiled as he passed through
a seemingly private moment,
happy in this life,
whatever arises, or lingers, or leaves,
happy that all of it
is the message of life itself,
happy to let go and live
the full reality of who you are,
happy enough
to be overwhelmed by love.