Happiness
Sometimes I feel your energy rising
From deep inside my soul again
I feel you emerging from all the tears and pain
As I remember how essential the windstorms and wild showers
Were in the journey of finding home again
Happiness
It is a mystery to me
That you are often found in the pile of rubble
Lying there at the bottom of all the rubbish
Society would tell us must be discarded
But is nothing less than grist for the mill
That we must churn over and over
In the laboured process of our becoming
For everything we were told
Or feel we should reject
Well is it not just an angel come in disguise
Are not the phantoms, ghosts and demons
That haunt the darkest perimeters of our hearts and minds
Our truest wisest teachers?
And isn’t it just that we need
Not discard the darkness
But rather enter it willingly
Allowing ourselves to submit
To the nigredo of our soul’s deepest alchemy
Transforming it into birthing place through surrendering to pain
That lead us to spin our souls debris
Into tempered gold
That rises like the Sun
As happiness dawns within our soul again
Emerging from the shadows
After all the wind and storms
The fire and rain
Emerging From The Dark Night 