Happiness is not in worlds outside,
but in ourselves
Not what we see
like a butterfly or feel,
like the burn from a fire
Happiness is what we are

Dappled shades of gloaming light
Shine down on My countenance
My heart walks beside Me,
and I see the cadence of its beat

Abandoning Me at the first turn
Down verdant lanes of burnt leaves
crunching underfoot

Wild thoughts disturb the balance
Animal glances steal forth
My love is rent asunder
Feed it to the slithering
creatures that slowly
creep into Your mind

And by the still waters of a babbling brook
The glistening fish dart as
minnowing feelings
Lending credence to
My heart
as it follows the formless shapes
sliding through the dank
trees and brush

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