exercise in realising happiness
cutting an organic orange into quarters from
the fruit orchard in the morning,
then sitting in the sun; mild Queensland winter warmth
on the cheeks and third eye,
that is opening and smiling into consciousness,
enjoying being here.
Enough purpose there,
Guilt free happiness in small things?
Moment to moment, because that is all
That is necessary (or in truth, is all I can do for now).
This then, is my self-prescribed therapeutic model,
And shutting out the black thoughts that hedge in;
You don’t deserve this life/useless creature/
unlovable whore, who gives you the right to
happiness every day of your life?
But I am a rebel, attack these jealous voices from the
past and sing
by Julie McNeill
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