A quiet force, this Happyness.
It’s not a leap of bouncing joy.
It’s not a ribboned festive mood.
It’s just a wholesome emptiness:
The kind you find in Zen koans –
The emptiness of filled balloons.
Invisible, except to touch.
A levity of earnest weight.
It grounds you as it lifts your soul.
Thank God I still have Happyness.

%d bloggers like this: