Happiness
The shimmering sheen of happiness
is a much hallowed
vision of life,
It is the epitome of reason
for some and the essence of
religion for others,
But its pursuit has remained
an endless effort for most.
Happiness is the color of a rainbow
or the flight of an eagle,
It is the birth of an idea or
the consciousness of consciousness.
It glows from inside to outside,
It is the background of existence,
It shares but is never diminished.
Life was meant to be lived in
happiness,
But the imperfect civilization
has subdued its diffusion,
Its faint glow over mankind
still radiates a spell,
The vision of what could be
is the ever-lingering haunt.
But happiness can not be made
a goal of life,
Because it is the effect of
a mental structure and not a thing by itself,
It is the glow of an intrinsic
incandescent source.