In search of happiness

Let providence if pleased, bless me To make me a map— an image Upon my life's long-left blank page To help me find a place to be happy. Tell me the right time too to start, Tell the colour the spot’s painted, Door number too indicated, A few good hints ere I depart. The place, wherever is in world-- Let it be high heavens, stars-lit, Frantic would I rush rapid feet, I may e’en grow wings of a bird. Let it be long nautical miles Not far heaven, if ‘tis high seas, I'll start off, wait for no tail breeze, Sails or wings, I’ll leap isles to isles. Any venture is good enough To spot the house of happiness, If providence pleased be to bless Me, to cure me of cold and cough O of a place of happiness That I think farther than far be And never ever within me, If providence pleased be to bless ______________________ Musings | 03.07.2012, revised October 2024 | How far we all go in search of happiness? We assume that happiness is far off and is not easy to reach. Yet, the essential nature of man is infinite bliss. All we have to do is dust our exterior, and happiness is there. Man is like a mirror that reflects happiness but for the fine dusty layer on the surface. Alas, we find it harder to search within. For, we assume that happiness is far off, not within.