What is it that I recall now,
sober, open to earth, to sky,
reflecting from a life lived
full (with perspective)?

I recall all that offered me
joy, and what I gave that
grew and grew and grew
to a blessing that is seen,
not measured with any
tool, understood from the
history of what I was and
what I chose to become.

This is my filter of happiness:
not seeking the fleeing gold
at the end of the rainbow but
remembering and living,
and taking my pride in this
life lived full, not with regret
but with recalling that which
is invisible to the driven world.

 

30/4/2026