i sit there <br />alone, <br /> <br />around me are the <br />trees <br /> <br />tall ones, <br />with hands reaching <br />the clouds, <br /> <br />streaks of light <br />fall on my <br />face <br /> <br />for a while it is <br />this silence <br /> <br />like a door without <br />a knob <br />always opening to <br />something beyond <br /> <br />it is great <br />i feel light and then <br /> <br />i fly away <br />in too much pleasure <br /> <br />this, my dear, <br />is my happy soul.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-happy-soul-3/
