Happiness As My Goal

Having wielded power and strength, I've found them null and void With all my riches, I could, at last, only get annoyed. Did I not have mammon and mundane glory in fullness? Did any of these yet bless me with endless happiness? I must see a bloom as a bloom and adore the beauty. No nature's gift, great or small, should be a commodity. Even a blade of grass should teach me as a Bodhi tree: That facing strains of seasons' changes, I must become free. Wellness must spring from optimism, and peace must be my core. Boats of my thoughts that sail wildly must find truth as true shore. Though once I took pleasure in pride, conceit, and disarray For my forgiveness, kindness, and goodness, now I must pray. Love and esteem on each creature, like rains I must shower My selfless service to all, should stand as my true power. The poor and lowly should find solace in my words and deeds. True happiness dwells, I believe, in fulfilling their needs.