Wednesday, May 7, 2008

out of the blue


There’s no pursuit of happiness, he said.
You’re happy here and now, know it or not,
And all your striving’s simply in your head,
Though your heart knows what your poor brain’s forgot:
That happiness precedes and underlies
Whatever goodness comes into our lives;
That out of confidence our fates arise,
Since happenstance from happiness derives.

While this is paradox to common sense,
The opposite of what the world believes,
It’s only that our consciousness is dense
And does not know that what it first conceives
In its imagination as a fact
Makes up from happiness all that it lacked.