Sunday, July 1, 2012


THE MYSTERY OF BLISS

   The highest state of happiness is Bliss,
   An ecstasy of transcendental scope,
   Which some might fancy as a cosmic kiss
   That few attain, though multitudes may hope.

   The blessing of this bliss assures one’s soul
   That everything is ultimately good,
   When seen from the perspective of the Whole,
   And history is proceeding as it should.

   Though common sense condemns this attitude
   As heartless in the face of earthly woes,
   A wider mind can lead us to conclude
   There’s Blissfulness beyond what misery knows—

        No happy-ever-after fantasy,
        But even in the heart of agony.







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