Temporary Visitor Expires Nys

Perhaps even groped leads to unhappiness.

Maybe all the noise of my desire took away the strange bird from my shoulders.
I pursued happiness so long and so strongly.
I tried the most remote places, far and wide.
I always imagined that the happiness was an island in a river. Perhaps it is the river
.
I thought happiness was the name of a tavern down the street.
Perhaps it is the road.
thought that happiness was always tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow again.
Perhaps it is here .... Perhaps it is now ....
And I've looked everywhere else.

"The Song of Meditation" by Osho