Oh God, I’m happy in this morning,
Being free of problem solving,
Living loving the road I’m hitting,
The misery I’m passing through.
Oh, how I would be free to suffer
Other mornings and another,
Filled with oh-such charming pattern,
Being happy after all.
Oh happy! Seeing all gifts that matter,
A marrow and a loving mother,
Ever radiating on the darker-darker
Sight that I’m still having though.
Oh, the obscure morrow and yester –
All those possible disaster
Are enlightened and farther- farther
Oh God, I’m happy in the now-happening;
I wish this moment pending padding,
I would leave all those doubtful setting’
And resting for ever in a now.