And so,
I stare,
Into space,
And into time.
Vacant—
Wonderfully empty.
Beyond.
Yes, beyond.
And into that beyond comes an image.
Yes, becomes.
A thought at first,
And then a picture.
And the emptiness is filled.
And it overflows with…
…with what?
Yes…with the thrill…
…with the thrill of…
You.
And I look beyond myself, into the emptiness that is not me.
And I realise it is not a picture.
No.
It is not an image.
It is part of myself,
It is an experience of delight.
It makes me tingle,
And I smile.
And I realise what joyfulness contains.
And I realise that it arises from within itself—it is of itself.
It is because of…you,
Yet it is entirely of itself—with no perceiving cause.
It emanates—radiance.
Like the light from a star it carries happiness on its speeding beams.
And it is clear.
And the joy of a dancing sprite smiles out, shimmering, it creates becoming in me, and becomes me—becomes in me.
And it fills me with my goal.
Achieved—the only aim to life.
Happiness.
You are my treasured, shimmering sprite.
You are the reason for my happiness.