The sweetness of being.

I opened my eyes.  In bed. This morning.  And saw the light of day.  And color. And things. Knowing. I am alive. And conscious. Able to grasp. The goodness of life. Without having to think. Of insanity. Elsewhere. And sadness, too. Instead, I am blessed. To be in my own Shangri la. Away from turmoil. Silly. Silly. To worry about stuff. When it's so much easier. To embrace the moment.  To savor the sweetness of being.  --Jim Broede