They laughed at the woman who lived slowly
at how she sauntered instead of hurrying
and stopped to gaze at trees and clouds
at how she weighed her words before speaking
and waited for her intuition to guide her.
They complained about the woman who lived slowly
because she never rushed to answer
queries
seemed oblivious to deadlines, impervious to pressure
and spent her days watching and listening to the world
instead of joining their frenetic activity.
But soon they respected the woman who lived slowly
for the wisdom of her quiet mind
and the craft of her careful hands
because the decisions she made slowly were right
and the work she did slowly was perfect.
And in the end, they loved the woman who lived slowly
for the benevolence that arose from her stillness
the calmness that arose from her presence
and the spirit that flowed through her purely
because she lived so slowly.
The Man Who Was Happy For No Reason
There was a man who was happy for no reason.
He smiled for no reason as he looked up to the sky.
He laughed for no reason as strangers walked by.
He lived simply but seemed to want nothing.
He sat quietly without ever seeming bored.
He had no wealth, success nor future goals
but somehow seemed fulfilled.
His neighbours
were suspicious of him.
They knew that happiness always has a reason –
a piece of good news, a compliment
pleasures that lift our mood for a while
chemicals that charge our bodies with good feelings.
entertainments that distract us from our unhappiness.
How else could anyone be happy?
The authorities questioned the man.
They searched his house but found no secret
sources of pleasure.
Scientists examined him, but found no unusual genes
or abnormal neurological activity
that could account for his irrational happiness.
Psychiatrists wrote reports, convened panels to discuss his case.
Should they give him medication?
Should they even section him?
After all, what could be more insane
than being happy for no reason?
But they
concluded he posed no threat to society
and even had some entertainment value
as a clown, or a village idiot.
But if anyone cared to ask
the man was happy to share his secret.
“It’s easy,” he said. “Happiness is your natural state.
It’s an energy, like the glow from a fire.
But you can’t feel the glow inside you
because you’re too busy looking for happiness outside.
Stop searching,
planning and striving
relax and rest inside yourself
and you’ll find that you’re already happy.”
But no one was ready to listen
to the man who was happy for no reason.
He spoke too calmly for their restless minds.
His truth was too simple for their complex thoughts.
His happiness was too unreasonable
for their rational minds to grasp.
All best wishes and blessings
Steve