Drifting as always,
Conceptualizing but in a much more passive way.
Not much but still something.
But that little bit of not much was everything.

I found myself in different forms of meditation within each moment.
Looking out the half open window
A bit of gravity upon the edge of the branch
A bit more gravity lost upon what lands on the branch.
Each gust of wind was renewed as it traveled
At just the right angle I could see through the forest.
Just beyond the forest was the beach where we all normally hung out.
I sat staring out of the window
The window’s glass was half full, part of it being the horizon and the rest was the emerging daylight.
The sand I had tracked into my room twisted in the wind that was coming from the window. I didn’t mind it because it reminded me of the times we spent at the beach, and the brisk wind helped to keep me awake.

Drifting as always,
Conceptualizing but in a much more passive way.
The adventure of defining happiness was simple but it is also an adventure that was forever, just as I had hoped it would be.
A few more poems

“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?”
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas
“Radiate boundless love towards the entire world — above, below, and across — unhindered, without ill will, without enmity.” – Buddha