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Sacred Contracts XXXVII: Happiness

It mattered not        
  that no one stood          
  upon my doorstep;          
solitude was good            
golden beautiful          
I was Mistress          
 of my own Universe            
My garden burgeoned            
  animals plundered            
  at my earthen fingertips            
regardless whether ( or not )            
the entry bell chimed          
When I heard footsteps          
  on the porch after lifetimes      
  of imposters        
I keyed the lock            
  faced a brave Master            
  of His own Solitude          
  extending all he could            
  expecting no thing returned            
It mattered not if I opened;          
He was content in offering            
By accepting unconditional Love          
  our joy was multiplied            
  in non-expectant Trust    
We were no longer
  just Masters of Aloneness;          
but, One in the Other's Universe            
without losing our individual orbit;            
This -
This is what's called Happiness            
For Master Blaze and all he's given,        
and our Universe House he's building.          
Written by Ahavati
Published | Edited 28th Nov 2018
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