The Gift Horse's Mouth

The dark clouds of doubt

loom over the mind.

Those cynical thoughts

question what was

and eat away

like a deadly acid,

at the happier ones.

Consuming and killing

the tender blossoms of hope.

 

Questioning happiness

is like questioning nature’s beauty.

Instead of just absorbing

the warm sunshine of spring,

the fresh, vibrant green of the grass,

and the wide, stretching azure of the sky,

flecked here and there

with cottony clouds,

it is thinking about

the chlorophyll within the grass

ad how it soaks up the sun.

The dying life of Phoebus

high in the sky

in a million or billion years.

Why the sky is blue

and how clouds are merely

forms of moisture.

 

The horse’s mouth then

gapes open and releases

the foul, putrid breath of

unhappiness brought upon

by the mind’s unrelenting search

for “how” and “why.”

Don’t look, dear mind.

Don’t pry open the gift horse’s mouth.

Leave it shut and just look

at things the way they are.

Happiness is beautiful in itself.

Reviews

[KimLove "The Beautiful ..]

There are some wisdom in these words E.V. nicely penned. xo