BLISS

Have you been there?
To that place of quiet bliss, of knowing that you're doing enough, wishing for nothing except what already is, exactly as it is, seeing the blue in the sky like you've never seen it before, watching a butterfly as if it appeared just for you, feeling so light that you're sure you could float, understanding the trials and tribulations of days gone by, and being glad for every single one of them, feeling so wrapped up in the present, that you couldn't care less about tomorrow, knowing that you're provided for, that the manifestation of your dreams is inevitable, and that the Universe flat-out adores you, reveres you, and wants for nothing, except to see your smile and hear
your laughter?

That's right, very good, dearest. You're there now