Happiness means resting in the light, not to get in the way, not to obscure what is naturally pouring forth. Insofar as there is any inside or outside, happiness comes from within. We just live in harmony with the currents of the wind, like the wavering lines of geese in the autumn sky, like the thick bull kelp undulating in the surf.
As we continue on the journey without end, we no longer hold on to the light – the light adheres to us, in our weariness as well as in our joy. Where the primal stuff seemed dark, now, when we are happy, close to the earth, it seems bright even when it is dark.
Doing nothing, we work through joy, feeling there is no separation between ourselves and what we are doing. Whatever rises before us is the answer we have always waited for, the thing for which we are grateful. It comes to us from before the beginning of time.
~ John Tarrant