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A poem by Naomi Shihab-Nye

So Much Happiness

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness
With sadness there is something to rub against, a wound to tend with lotion and cloth
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.
But happiness floats
It doesn’t need you to hold it down
It doesn’t need anything
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing, and disappears when it wants to
You are happy either way
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of noise and dust
cannot make you unhappy
Everything has a life of its own
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches
and love even the floor which needs to be swept
the soiled linens and scratched records …..
Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.

“Let the beauty we love be what we do.” Rumi

A poem by Naomi Shihab-Nye

Robert Knapman

Adelaide, Australia

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