"What does Happiness mean to you Jon?"

First response without thinking about it: The absence of guilt and shame.

Second response after thinking about how terrible the first one sounded:
The absence of loneliness.

Third response after some serious soul searching:
Creating and sharing beautiful things.

Love is a difficult thing to explain.
But then again, love can be difficult.
Love is choosing sushi over chow-mein.
Just because you know its their favorite.

It's the I'm sorry's when your not,
and the thank you's even when your mad.
It's the little presents you buy without forethought.
And the little love notes you discover.

It is the passionate love making,
and the fierce make up ***.
It's the "I think your beautiful"'s when your clearly aging.
It's also the connection and the reminiscing of stories you share.

You can never love a dreamer
He's always far away
You can never love a seeker
He wanders everyday


Never love a writer
His lines are not for you
His verses are pure lies
His ink is far from true

You cannot love me either
I live in many worlds
A dreamer, seeker, writer
I often break my word..

The surface of the water
Where the cool meets the air
A place that if left untouched
Will remain magical, still and calm
Moving in only such a way
To bring more calmness and more stillness to the chaos that is.

The tops of the trees
Swaying independently,
tell us all to admire them
To watch them,
They can teach us a lot.

The eagle
Who soars
Without fear of falling,
Reminds us of how we should be:
Cool and still like the water,
grounded like the trees he looks down upon,
And most importantly, free.