Life Has No Need of Happy Endings

All life wants is to know itself

To know and to be known

To be seen, touched, sensed, experienced

Life has no need of happy endings:

When you drop your demand for it to please you

When you’re no longer screaming for it to make you happy

It unashamedly delights in itself, in its own sheer miraculousness

Life sends forth its invitation to you every day

And you, making your myriad excuses, usually decline

Because you know that if you say yes

Your very own ten thousand things, your wonderful, labyrinthine creations

(The mes and yous, hims and hers, its and thems)

Will lose their substance, their gravity, around which you revolve

Once you finally stop spinning – even for a moment -

You’ll see that all life is here (for there is nothing Out There)

And unadorned, sublime, it truly has no need of happy endings