Call it bliss

Call it a whistle
That feeling that almost makes it´s way into sound
That makes the swirling stomach go round

Call it the gut feeling of something good
Feel it midweek disabling the blues
Feeling more the wish and less the should
up through the body from inside the shoes

Call it a skip in your step
out of subway tunnels on to sunlit central city streets
Call it a fine boiling in your depths
The inner essence of you from head to feet

Call it harnessing the energy, that lasts
To wallow in it as if it were a bath
When you know your route clearly, you´ve a spiritual mast
Attending to the dramas of yourself and your other half

 Call it till it comes
and call it into being
Life astonishes us
with it´s bliss in busyness