Happiness Q.E.D.

illusive; a prospector panning in a Klondike stream
setting up camp in the baren hills
with riches, his expectations.

Its fickle capriciousness, a mirage
that evaporates, the realisation of it
 slipping through your fingers.
 
It hides in public view, like an unpolished jewel
an ambiguity, it sings in tune, but distorted notes fill our ears.
Its there in the bustle and clatter.
As the artist sketches, capturing an essence
with a few strokes, relationships the colours
friendships the outline

The opportunity to plant our own wildflower meadow
industry of ants, work ethic of a bee, calming hum of insects,
a twitteration of birds, the beautiful randomness of butterflies.

Xanadu is there in reach for each

Rest, let the warm wind brush your hair
feel the sandy shore beneath your toes
lapping waves wash up your calves.

epicure to feed your soul